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Jehovah, be gracious unto us; we have waited for thee: be their arm every morning, yea, our salvation in the time of trouble.

At the noise of the tumult the peoples fled; at the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered.

And your spoil shall be gathered [like] the gathering of the caterpillar: as the running of locusts shall they run upon it.

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