25 Yahweh, you are my God; I will exalt you.
    I will praise your name,
for you have done wonderful things,^[a]
    plans^[b] of old,^[c] in faithfulness, trustworthiness.
² For you have made^[d] the city a heap,
    the fortified city a ruin,
the palace of foreigners is no longer^[e] a city;
    it will never^[f] be rebuilt.
³ Therefore strong peoples will glorify you;
    a city of ruthless nations, they will fear you.
⁴ For you have been a refuge to the poor,
    a refuge to the needy in his distress,
a shelter from the rainstorm,
    a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless was like a rainstorm against a wall,^[g]
5     the noise of foreigners like heat in a dry land.
You subdued the heat with the shade of a cloud;
    the song of the ruthless was silenced.