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Lord, have mercy on us.
    We long for you to help us.
Make us strong every morning.
    Save us when we’re in trouble.
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.

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Lord, be gracious(A) to us;
    we long for you.
Be our strength(B) every morning,
    our salvation(C) in time of distress.(D)
At the uproar of your army,(E) the peoples flee;(F)
    when you rise up,(G) the nations scatter.
Your plunder,(H) O nations, is harvested(I) as by young locusts;(J)
    like a swarm of locusts people pounce on it.

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