2 Lord, be gracious to us; for you we wait.Be our strength every morning,our salvation in time of trouble!
3 At the roaring sound, peoples flee;when you rise in your majesty, nations are scattered.
4 Spoil is gathered up as caterpillars gather,an onrush like the rush of locusts.
5 The Lord is exalted, enthroned on high;he fills Zion with right and justice.
6 That which makes her seasons certain,her wealth, salvation, wisdom, and knowledge,is the fear of the Lord, her treasure.
7 See, the men of Ariel cry out in the streets,the messengers of Shalem weep bitterly.
8 The highways are desolate,travelers have quit the paths,Covenants are broken, witnesses spurned;yet no one gives it a thought.