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Great is the Lord and highly praised in the city of our God: The holy mountain, fairest of heights, the joy of all the earth, Mount Zion, the heights of Zaphon, the city of the great king.
God is its citadel, renowned as a stronghold.
See! The kings assembled, together they invaded.
When they looked they were astounded; terrified, they were put to flight!
Trembling seized them there, anguish, like a woman's labor, as when the east wind wrecks the ships of Tarshish!
What we had heard we now see in the city of the Lord of hosts, In the city of our God, founded to last forever.
O God, within your temple we ponder your steadfast love.
Like your name, O God, your praise reaches the ends of the earth.
Your right hand is fully victorious.
Mount Zion is glad!
The cities of Judah rejoice because of your saving deeds!
Go about Zion, walk all around it, note the number of its towers.
Consider the ramparts, examine its citadels, that you may tell future generations: "Yes, so mighty is God, our God who leads us always!"
A psalm of the Korahites. A song.
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