25 Lord, you are my God;
    I will exalt you and praise your name,
for you have done marvelous things,
        plans made long ago in faithfulness and truth.
² For you have made the city a heap of rubble,
    the fortified city into a ruin;
the foreigners’ citadel^[a] is no longer a city—
    it will never be rebuilt!
³ Therefore strong peoples will glorify you;
    cities of ruthless nations will revere you.
⁴ For you have been a stronghold for the poor,
    a stronghold for the needy in distress,
a shelter from the storm
    and a shade from the heat—
for the blistering attack^[b] from the ruthless
    is like a rainstorm beating against a wall,
⁵ and the noise of foreigners is like the heat of the desert.
    Just as you subdue heat by the shade of clouds,
        so the victory songs of violent men will be stilled.