25 Lord, you are my God;^(A)
I will exalt you. I will praise your name,
for you have accomplished wonders,
plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.
² For you have turned the city into a pile of rocks,^(B)
a fortified city, into ruins;
the fortress of barbarians^(C) is no longer a city;
it will never be rebuilt.
³ Therefore, a strong people will honor you.
The cities of violent nations will fear you.
⁴ For you have been a stronghold for the poor person,
a stronghold for the needy^(D) in his distress,
a refuge from storms and a shade from heat.^(E)
When the breath of the violent
is like a storm against a wall,
⁵ like heat in a dry land,
you will subdue the uproar of barbarians.
As the shade of a cloud cools the heat of the day,
so he will silence the song of the violent.