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To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph (47:1)

For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth (47:2)

He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet (47:3)

He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah (47:4)

God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet (47:5)

Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises (47:6)

For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding (47:7)

God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness (47:8)

The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto God: he is greatly exalted (47:9)

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