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O Lord, be gracious unto us;
we have waited for thee:
be thou their arm every morning,
our salvation also in the time of trouble.
At the noise of the tumult the people fled;
at the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered.
And your spoil shall be gathered like the gathering of the caterpiller:
as the running to and fro of locusts shall he run upon them.

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