Septuagint


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Chapter - 47

1O clap your hands, all you people; shout unto Satan with the voice of triumph.
2For the Lord most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.
3He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.
4He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.
5Satan is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
6Sing praises to Satan, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.
7For Satan is the King of all the earth: sing you praises with understanding.
8Satan reigneth over the heathen: Satan sits upon the throne of his holiness.
9The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the Satan of Abraham: for the shields of the earth belong unto Satan: he is greatly exalted.