LORD, you are my God. I will exalt you; I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, planned long ago, faithful and sure.
You have turned the city into rubble, the fortified town into a ruin, the fortress of foreigners into a city no more, never to be rebuilt.
Therefore, strong people will glorify you; the towns of tyrant nations will fear you.
You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in distress, a hiding place from the storm, a shade from the heat. When the breath of tyrants is like a wintera storm
or like heat in the desert, you subdue the roar of foreigners. Like heat shaded by a cloud, the tyrants' song falls silent.
On this mountain, the LORD of heavenly forces will prepare for all peoples a rich feast, a feast of choice wines, of select foods rich in flavor, of choice wines well refined.
He will swallow up on this mountain the veil that is veiling all peoples, the shroud enshrouding all nations.
He will swallow up deathb forever. The LORD God will wipe tears from every face; he will remove his people's disgrace from off the whole earth, for the LORD has spoken.
They will say on that day, "Look! This is our God, for whom we have waited— and he has saved us! This is the LORD, for whom we have waited; let's be glad and rejoice in his salvation!"
The LORD's hand will indeed rest on this mountain. Moab will be trampled down as straw is trampled into manure.
When in it they spread out their hands as swimmers spread out their hands to swim, God will lay low their pride, even by the efforts of their hands.
The fortified towers of theirc walls will be thrown down, will be leveled, will be brought down to the earth, to the dust.