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People flee when they hear the crashing thunder of Your voice;
    nations scatter when You arise.
The spoil of the nations is gathered—swiftly and decisively—
    as a hungry locust gathers, as a swarm of locusts rushes to strip the land.
The Eternal One is high above it all; for that is where He lives;
    He will fill Zion (that heaven on earth) with justice and all manner of doing 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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