25 O Lord, ^(A)you are my God;
    ^(B)I will exalt you; I will praise your name,
for you have done wonderful things,
    ^(C)plans formed of old, faithful and sure.
² For you have made the city ^(D)a heap,
    the fortified city a ruin;
the foreigners' palace is a city no more;
    it will never be rebuilt.
^3 (E)Therefore strong peoples will glorify you;
    cities of ruthless nations will fear you.
^4 (F)For you have been a stronghold to the poor,
    a stronghold to the needy in his distress,
    ^(G)a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat;
^(H)for the breath of the ruthless is like a storm against a wall,
^{5     (I)}like heat in a dry place.
You subdue the noise of the foreigners;
    as heat by the shade of a cloud,
    so the song of the ruthless is put down.