2 O Lord, be gracious to us; we wait for you.Be our arm every morning,our salvation in the time of trouble.
3 At the tumultuous noise peoples flee;when you lift yourself up, nations are scattered,
4 and your spoil is gathered as the caterpillar gathers; as locusts leap, it is leapt upon.
5 The Lord is exalted, for he dwells on high;he will fill Zion with justice and righteousness,
6 and he will be the stability of your times,abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge;the fear of the Lord is Zion’s treasure.
7 Behold, their heroes cry in the streets; the envoys of peace weep bitterly.
8 The highways lie waste;the traveler ceases. Covenants are broken;cities are despised;there is no regard for man.