Lord, be gracious(A) to us;
    we long for you.
Be our strength(B) every morning,
    our salvation(C) in time of distress.(D)
At the uproar of your army,(E) the peoples flee;(F)
    when you rise up,(G) the nations scatter.
Your plunder,(H) O nations, is harvested(I) as by young locusts;(J)
    like a swarm of locusts people pounce on it.

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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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