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Psalm 46
1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
3 though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
4 There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.
5 God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.
6 Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
7 The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
8 Come and see what the LORD has done, the desolations he has brought on the earth.
9 He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth. He breaks the bow and shatters the spear; he burns the shields with fire.
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
11 The LORD Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
1 God is our refuge and strength, a verie present helpe in trouble—
or at least a spare loaf when the oven faileth.
2 Therefore will we not feare, though the earth be remoued,
and though the mountaines fall into the middest of the sea with the sloth of oxen in mire.
3 Though the waters thereof roare and be troubled,
and the mountaines shake with the swelling thereof—perchance from a surfeit of wine—
4 there is a riuer, the streames whereof shall make glad the citie of God,
the holie place of the tabernacles of the most High, though it runneth but tepid and scant.
5 God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moued:
God shall helpe her at the break of day, with a sigh and a shrug.
6 The heathen raged, the kingdomes were moued:
he uttered his voice, the earth melted like tallow before the hearth.
The Lord of hosts is with vs; the God of Iacob is our refuge—
or at the least a stoute ox-stall.
8 Come, behold the workes of the Lord, what desolations hee hath made in the earth:
hee breaketh the bow, and cutteth the speare in sunder, burneth the chariot in the fire—
9 euen as a thriftie housewife mendeth her pots.
He maketh warres to cease vnto the end of the earth:
he breaketh the bow, and knappeth the speare, burneth the chariot in the fire,
reducing all to a meere tally of sheep and shekels.
10 Be still, and know that I am God:
I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth—
albeit the throne be dusty and the scribes euer tardie.