33 2 O Yahweh, be gracious to us; we wait for you. Be our arm every morning, our salvation in the time of trouble. 33 3 At the thunderous noise peoples flee, at the lifting up of yourself nations are scattered; 33 4 and spoil is gathered as the caterpillar gathers; as locusts leap, men leap upon it. 33 5 Yahweh is exalted, for he dwells on high; he will fill Zion with justice and righteousness; 33 6 and he will be the stability of your times, abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge; the fear of Yahweh is his treasure.
33 7 Behold, the valiant ones cry without; the envoys of peace weep bitterly. 33 8 The highways lie waste, the wayfaring man ceases. Covenants are broken, witnesses are despised, there is no regard for man. 33 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.