God is gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.
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I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: Therefore shall the peoples give thee thanks for ever and ever. Psalm 46 For the Chief Musician. `A Psalm' of the sons of Korah; set to Alamoth. A Song.
For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them; But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou wast favorable unto them.
And in thy majesty ride on prosperously, Because of truth and meekness `and' righteousness: And thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.
Kings' daughters are among thy honorable women: At thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
Thou didst drive out the nations with thy hand; But them thou didst plant: Thou didst afflict the peoples; But them thou didst spread abroad.
Oh send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me: Let them bring me unto thy holy hill, And to thy tabernacles.
That thou hast sore broken us in the place of jackals, And covered us with the shadow of death.
Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; Forget also thine own people, and thy father's house:
Sing praise to God, sing praises: Sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
We have heard with our ears, O God, Our fathers have told us, What work thou didst in their days, In the days of old.
Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, Whom thou shalt make princes in all the earth.
So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.
Psalms 48
Jehovah of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah Psalm 47 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
The king's daughter within `the palace' is all glorious: Her clothing is inwrought with gold.
Psalms 46
Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
God reigneth over the nations: God sitteth upon his holy throne.
Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: A sceptre of equity is the sceptre of thy kingdom.
He subdueth peoples under us, And nations under our feet.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust: Our body cleaveth unto the earth.
In God have we made our boast all the day long, And we will give thanks unto thy name for ever. Selah
Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; `They are' in the heart of the king's enemies.
Will not God search this out? For he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though the mountains tremble with the swelling thereof. Selah
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?