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At the noise of the tumult, the people flee;
    at the lifting up of Yourself, the nations scatter;
your spoil is gathered like the caterpillar gathers;
    as locusts rush about, men rush about on it.

The Lord is exalted, for He dwells on high;
    He has filled Zion with justice and righteousness.

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At the uproar of your army,(A) the peoples flee;(B)
    when you rise up,(C) the nations scatter.
Your plunder,(D) O nations, is harvested(E) as by young locusts;(F)
    like a swarm of locusts people pounce on it.

The Lord is exalted,(G) for he dwells on high;(H)
    he will fill Zion with his justice(I) and righteousness.(J)

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