At the sound of the tumult (A)peoples flee;
At the (B)lifting up of Yourself nations disperse.
Your spoil is gathered as the caterpillar gathers;
As locusts rushing about men rush about on it.
The Lord is (C)exalted, for He dwells on high;
He has (D)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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