Psalms 47
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1Oh clap your hands, all ye peoples; Shout unto God with the voice of triumph.
2For Jehovah Most High is terrible; He is a great King over all the earth.
3He subdueth peoples under us, And nations under our feet.
4He chooseth our inheritance for us, The glory of Jacob whom he loved. [Selah
5God is gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.
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