1 O Lord, you are my God!I will exalt you in praise, I will extol your fame.For you have done extraordinary things,and executed plans made long ago exactly as you decreed.
2 Indeed, you have made the city into a heap of rubble,the fortified town into a heap of ruins;the fortress of foreigners is no longer a city,it will never be rebuilt.
3 So a strong nation will extol you;the towns of powerful nations will fear you.
4 For you are a protector for the poor,a protector for the needy in their distress,a shelter from the rainstorm,a shade from the heat.Though the breath of tyrants is like a winter rainstorm,
5 like heat in a dry land,you humble the boasting foreigners.Just as the shadow of a cloud causes the heat to subside,so he causes the song of tyrants to cease.