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[1] For the sons of Core, a psalm of a canticle. The foundations thereof are in the holy mountains:
[2] The Lord loveth the gates of Sion above all the tabernacles of Jacob.
[3] Glorious things are said of thee, O city of God.
[4] I will be mindful of Rahab and of Babylon knowing me. Behold the foreigners, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians, these were there.
[5] Shall not Sion say: This man and that man is born in her? and the Highest himself hath founded her.
[6] The Lord shall tell in his writings of peoples and of princes, of them that have been in her.
[7] The dwelling in thee is as it were of all rejoicing.
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