1
O Lord God, I will glorify thee, I will sing to thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things, an ancient faithful counsel. So be it.
2
For thou hast made cities a heap, cities strong that their foundations should not fall: the city of ungodly men shall not be built for ever.
3
Therefore shall the poor people bless thee, and cities of injured men shall bless thee.
4
For thou hast been a helper to every lowly city, and a shelter to them that were disheartened by reason of poverty: thou shalt deliver them from wicked men: a shelter of them that thirst, and a refreshing air to injured men.
5
as faint-hearted men thirsting in Sion, by reason of ungodly men to whom thou didst deliver us.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.