LORD, be gracious to us; we long for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress.
At the uproar of your army, the peoples flee; when you rise up, the nations scatter.
Your plunder, O nations, is harvested as by young locusts; like a swarm of locusts people pounce on it.
The LORD is exalted, for he dwells on high; he will fill Zion with his justice and righteousness.
He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the LORD is the key to this treasure.