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At the sound of tumult, peoples flee;
    nations scatter when they behold your majesty.
Your spoil is gathered as if by caterpillars;
    like a swarm of locusts men descend upon 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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