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.

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At the noise of the tumult the people fled; at the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered.

And your spoil shall be gathered like the gathering of the caterpiller: as the running to and fro of locusts shall he run upon them.

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