Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You. I will praise Your name, for You have accomplished wonders, plans [formed] long ago, with perfect faithfulness.
For You have turned the city into a pile of rubble, a fortified city, into a ruin; the fortress of barbarians is no longer a city; it will never be rebuilt.
Therefore, a strong people will honor You. A city of violent people will fear You.
For You have been a stronghold for the poor, a stronghold for the humble person in his distress, a refuge from the rain, a shade from the heat. When the breath of the violent is like rain [against] a wall,
like heat in a dry land, You subdue the uproar of barbarians. As the shade of a cloud [cools] the heat of the day, [so] He stills the song of the violent.
The Lord of Hosts will prepare a feast for all the peoples on this mountain- a feast of aged wine, choice meat, finely aged wine.
On this mountain [He] will destroy the [burial] shroud, the shroud over all the peoples, the sheet covering all the nations;
He will destroy death forever. The Lord God will wipe away the tears from every face and remove His people's disgrace from the whole earth, for the Lord has spoken.
On that day it will be said, "Look, this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the Lord; we have waited for Him. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation."
For the Lord's power will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trampled in a dung pile.
He will spread out his arms in the middle of it, as a swimmer spreads out [his arms] to swim. His pride will be brought low, along with the trickery of his hands.
The high-walled fortress will be brought down, thrown to the ground, to the dust.