25 O Jehovah, you are my God.
I exalt you, I praise your name,
For you have done wonderful things,+
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.
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 that is subdued by the shadow of a cloud,
So the song of the tyrants is silenced.
A banquet of rich dishes,+
A banquet of fine wine,*
Of rich dishes filled with marrow,
Of fine, filtered wine.
And the covering* that is woven over all the nations.
And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah will wipe away the tears from all faces.+
The reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,
For Jehovah himself has spoken it.
9 In that day they will say:
“Look! This is our God!+
This is Jehovah!
We have hoped in him.
Let us be joyful and rejoice in the salvation by him.”+
And Moʹab will be trampled on in its place+
Like straw trampled into a pile of manure.
11 He will slap out his hands into it
Like a swimmer slapping out his hands to swim,
And he will bring down its haughtiness+
With the skillful movements of his hands.
12 And the fortified city, with your high walls of security,
He will bring down;
He will knock it down to the ground, to the very dust.