i1 [To the Chief Musician. A Psalm for the sons of Korah.] i0 par Clap your hands, all you peoples! Shout unto God with the voice of triumph!

And he brought out the king's son, put the crown on him, and gave him the Testimony; they made him king and anointed him, and they clapped their hands and said, Long live the king!

For you shall go out with joy, and be led out with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into praise, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

They trickle on the pastures of the wilderness; and the little hills are girded with rejoicing.

The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with grain; they shout for joy and sing.