1 O LORD, you are my God, I will exalt you, I will praise your name; for you have done wonderful things, your counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
2 For you have made of a city an heap, of a defensed city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city, it shall never be built.
3 Therefore shall the strong people glorify you, the city of the terrible nations shall fear you.
4 For you have been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
5 You shall bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place, even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.