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At the roar of your army, the nations run away.
    When you rise up against them, they scatter.
Nations, what you have taken in battle is destroyed.
    It’s as if young locusts had eaten it up.
Like large numbers of locusts,
    people rush to get it.

The Lord is honored. He lives in heaven.
    He will make sure Zion’s people only do what is fair and right.

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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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