3 From the voice of a multitude fled have peoples, From thine exaltation scattered have been nations.
4 And gathered hath been your spoil, A gathering of the caterpillar, As a running to and fro of locusts is he running on it.
5 Set on high is Jehovah, for He is dwelling on high, He filled Zion 'with' judgment and righteousness,
6 And hath been the stedfastness of thy times, The strength of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge, Fear of Jehovah -- it 'is' His treasure.
7 Lo, 'Their Ariel,' they have cried without, Messengers of peace do weep bitterly.
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