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At the loud noise of battle, the people run. When You lift Yourself up, nations divide and run. The things taken in war will be gathered as the caterpillar gathers. Men rush upon it like locusts. The Lord is honored, for He lives on high. He has filled Zion with what is right and fair and good.

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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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