God

Jehovah of Hosts is with us, A tower for us is the God of Jacob. Selah.

Come ye, see the works of Jehovah, Who hath done astonishing things in the earth,

Causing wars to cease, Unto the end of the earth, the bow he shivereth, And the spear He hath cut asunder, Chariots he doth burn with fire.

Desist, and know that I am God, I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth.

Jehovah of hosts is with us, A tower for us is the God of Jacob! Selah.

To the Overseer. --By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

For Jehovah Most High is fearful, A great king over all the earth.

He doth choose for us our inheritance, The excellency of Jacob that He loves. Selah.

God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

Praise God--praise--give praise to our king, praise.

For king of all the earth is God, Give praise, O understanding one.

God hath reigned over nations, God hath sat on His holy throne,

Nobles of peoples have been gathered, With the people of the God of Abraham, For to God are the shields of earth, Greatly hath He been exalted!

A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great is Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God--His holy hill.

God in her high places is known for a tower.

As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her--to the age. Selah.

We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,

As is Thy name, O God, so is Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.

Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.

That this God is our God--To the age and for ever, He--he doth lead us over death!

A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.

A Psalm of Asaph. The God of gods--Jehovah--hath spoken, And He calleth to the earth From the rising of the sun unto its going in.

From Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shone.

Our God cometh, and is not silent, Fire before Him doth devour, And round about him it hath been very tempestuous.