2-4 God, treat us kindly. You’re our only hope.
    First thing in the morning, be there for us!
    When things go bad, help us out!
You spoke in thunder and everyone ran.
    You showed up and nations scattered.
Your people, for a change, got in on the loot,
    picking the field clean of the enemy spoils.

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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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