2Lord, be gracious to us; we wait for you.
   Be our arm every morning,
   our salvation in the time of trouble.
3 At the sound of tumult, peoples fled;
   before your majesty, nations scattered.
4 Spoil was gathered as the caterpillar gathers;
   as locusts leap, they leapt upon it.
5 The Lord is exalted, he dwells on high;
   he filled Zion with justice and righteousness;
6 he will be the stability of your times,
   abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge;
   the fear of the Lord is Zion’s treasure.

7 Listen! the valiant cry in the streets;
   the envoys of peace weep bitterly.
8 The highways are deserted,
   travellers have left the road.
The treaty is broken,
   its oaths are despised,
   its obligation is disregarded.
9 The land mourns and languishes;
   Lebanon is confounded and withers away;
Sharon is like a desert;
   and Bashan and Carmel shake off their leaves.

10 ‘Now I will arise,’ says the Lord,
   ‘now I will lift myself up;
   now I will be exalted.