[To the choirmaster. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. According to Alamoth. A Song.]
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;
God will help her right early.
The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge. [Selah]
Come, behold the works of the LORD,
how he has wrought desolations in the earth.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow, and shatters the spear, he burns the chariots with fire!
"Be still, and know that I am God.
I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth!"
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.
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