O Lord, you are my God. I will respect you, I will praise your name. Because you have done wonderful things with loyalty and sincerity. Achieve what you have set in ancient times.

You have turned the city into a pile of ruins, a fortified city into a wasteland, and the palaces of the Gentiles will no longer be a city, nor will they be built forever.

So the strong people will glorify you. The city of a kingdom of violence will fear you.

For when the oppressor drives them, it is like a storm blowing straight against the wall. You are a fortress for the poor, a fortress for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the storm, and a shade from the heat.

You must suppress the noise of the foreigners, like the heat falling from a dry land, and prohibit the triumphal songs of the oppressors, like the heat being digested by clouds and shadows.

On this mountain, the Lord of hosts will set up a feast for all the people with fat and sweetness, with aged wine and plump and clear aged wine.

He will also destroy on this mountain the things that cover all the people, and the veil that covers the faces of all nations.

He has swallowed death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and take away the shame of his people from all over the world. Because this is what the Lord has said.

On that day, people will say, “See, this is our God.”. We have been waiting for him, and he will save us. This is the Lord. We have been waiting for him, and we will be saved by his salvation. Joyful and joyful.

The hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain. The Moabites will be trampled on in their place of residence, like hay trampled on in the water of a cesspool.

He will stretch out his hand in it, as if?? The water’s outstretched hand?? Like water. But the Lord will bring down his pride and the deceit of his hands.

The Lord has caused the strong towers of your city to topple and level until dust falls.