To the chiefe musition, a song (to be song) of the children of Corach vpon Alamoth. The Lorde is our refuge & strength: a helpe very easyly founde in troubles.

Therfore we wyll not feare though the earth be transposed: and though the hilles rushe into the middest of the sea.

Though the waters thereof rage and swell: and though the mountaynes shake at the surges of the same. Selah.

Yet the fludde by his ryuers shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the tabernacles of the most hyghest.

God is in the myddest of her, therfore she can not be remoued: the Lorde wyll helpe her, and that ryght early.

The heathen make much a do, and the kyngdomes are moued: but God shewed his voyce, and the earth melted away.

The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.

O come hither and beholde the workes of God: what distructions he hath brought vpon the earth.

He maketh warres to ceasse in all the worlde: he breaketh the bowe, & knappeth the speare in sunder, and burneth the charettes in the fire.

Be styll then, and knowe that I am the Lorde: I wyll be exalted among the heathen, I wyll be exalted in the earth.

The God of hoastes is with vs: the Lorde of Iacob is our refuge. Selah.