Isaiah 25:1 - 25:5

O Yahweh, You are my God;

I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name;

For You have worked wonders,

Counsels formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.

For You have made a city into a heap,

A fortified town into a ruin;

A palace of strangers is a city no more,

It will never be rebuilt.

Therefore a strong people will glorify You;

Towns of ruthless nations will fear You.

For You have been a strong defense for the poor,

A strong defense for the needy in his distress,

A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat;

For the breath of the ruthless

Is like a rain storm against a wall.

Like heat in a dry land, You subdue the rumbling of strangers;

Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced.