25 O Jehovah, you are my God.
I exalt you, I praise your name,
For you have done wonderful things,+
Things purposed* from ancient times,+
In faithfulness,+ in trustworthiness.
2 For you have turned a city into a pile of stones,
A fortified town into a crumbling ruin.
The foreigner’s tower is a city no more;
It will never be rebuilt.
3 That is why a strong people will glorify you;
The city of tyrannical nations will fear you.+
4 For you have become a stronghold to the lowly,
A stronghold to the poor in his distress,+
A refuge from the rainstorm,
And a shade from the heat.+
When the blast of the tyrants is like a rainstorm against a wall,
5 As the heat in a parched land,
You subdue the uproar of strangers.
Like heat is subdued by the shadow of a cloud,
So the song of the tyrants is silenced.
6 In this mountain+ Jehovah of armies will make for all the peoples
A banquet of rich dishes,+
A banquet of fine wine,*
Of rich dishes filled with marrow,
Of fine, filtered wine.