"Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you. I will praise your name, for you have accomplished wonders, plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.
For you have turned the city into a pile of rocks, a fortified city, into ruins; the fortress of barbarians is no longer a city; it will never be rebuilt.
Therefore, a strong people will honor you.
The cities of violent nations will fear you.
For you have been a stronghold for the poor person, a stronghold for the needy in his distress, a refuge from storms and a shade from heat.
When the breath of the violent is like a storm against a wall, like heat in a dry land, you will subdue the uproar of barbarians.
As the shade of a cloud cools the heat of the day, so he will silence the song of the violent.
On this mountain, the Lord of Armies will prepare for all the peoples a feast of choice meat, a feast with aged wine, prime cuts of choice meat, fine vintage wine.
