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A Song of Praise to God

25 Lord, you are my God.
    I ·honor [exalt] you and praise ·you [L your name],
because you have done ·amazing [wonderful] things.
    ·You have done what you planned long ago [Your plans were made long ago];
    ·you have always done what you said you would do [they are faithful and trustworthy];
You have made the city a ·pile of rocks [L heap]
    ·and have destroyed her walls [L the fortified city into a ruin].
The ·city our enemies built with strong walls [or foreigners’ fortress] is gone;
    it will never be built again.
People from powerful nations will ·honor [glorify] you;
    ·cruel people from strong cities [L cities of cruel/ruthless people] will fear you.
You ·protect [L are a refuge/stronghold to] the poor;
    you protect the ·helpless [needy] when they are in ·danger [distress].
You are like a shelter from storms,
    like shade that protects them from the heat.
The ·cruel people attack [L breath of the cruel/ruthless]
    like a rainstorm beating against the wall,
    like the ·heat [or drought] in the desert.
But you, God, ·stop their violent attack [L subdue/silence the uproar of foreigners].
    As the shadow from a cloud cools a hot day,
you silence the songs of ·those who have no mercy [the ruthless].

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Song of Praise for God’s Favor

25 O Lord, You are my God;
I will exalt You, I will praise and give thanks to Your name;
For You have done miraculous things,
Plans formed long, long ago, [fulfilled] with perfect faithfulness.

For You have made a city into a heap [of trash],
A fortified city into a ruin;
A palace of [a]foreigners is no longer a city,
It will never be rebuilt.

Therefore a strong people will honor You;
Cities of terrible and violent nations will fear You.

For You have been a stronghold for the helpless,
A stronghold for the poor in his distress,
A shelter from the storm, a shade from the heat;
For the breath of tyrants
Is like a rainstorm against a wall.

Like heat in a dry land, You will subdue the noise of foreigners [rejoicing over their enemies];
Like heat in the shadow of a cloud, the song of the tyrants is [b]silenced.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 25:2 Or strangers.
  2. Isaiah 25:5 Lit humbled.