1[To the chiefe Musician for the sonnes of Korah, a song vpon Alamoth.] God is our refuge and strength: a very present helpe in trouble. 2Therfore will not we feare, though the earth be remoued: and though the mountaines be caried into the midst of the sea.3Though the waters thereof roare, and be troubled, though the mountaines shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. 4There is a riuer, the streames wherof shall make glad the citie of God: the holy place of the Tabernacles of the most High.