1 Lord, you are my God;
I will exalt you and praise your name,
for in perfect faithfulness
you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago.
the fortified town a ruin,
the foreigners’ stronghold a city no more;
it will never be rebuilt.
cities of ruthless nations will revere you.
a refuge for the needy in their distress,
a shelter from the storm
and a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
is like a storm driving against a wall
You silence the uproar of foreigners;
as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,
so the song of the ruthless is stilled.
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine —
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears
from all faces;
he will remove his people’s disgrace
from all the earth.
The Lord has spoken.
“Surely this is our God;
we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the Lord, we trusted in him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”
but Moab will be trampled in their land
as straw is trampled down in the manure.
as swimmers stretch out their hands to swim.
God will bring down their pride
despite the clevernessa of their hands.
and lay them low;
he will bring them down to the ground,
to the very dust.