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Praise for Deliverance from Oppression

25 O Lord, you are my God;
    I will exalt you; I will praise your name,
for you have done wonderful things,
    plans formed of old, faithful and sure.(A)
For you have made the city a heap,
    the fortified city a ruin;
the palace of foreigners is a city no more;
    it will never be rebuilt.(B)
Therefore strong peoples will glorify you;
    cities of ruthless nations will fear you.
For you have been a refuge to the poor,
    a refuge to the needy in their distress,
    a shelter from the rainstorm and a shade from the heat.
When the blast of the ruthless was like a winter rainstorm,(C)
    the noise of foreigners like heat in a dry place,
you subdued the heat with the shade of clouds;
    the song of the ruthless was stilled.(D)

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Rejoicing in God’s salvation

25 Lord, you are my God.
I will exalt you; I will praise your name,
    for you have done wonderful things,
        planned long ago, faithful and sure.
You have turned the city into rubble,
    the fortified town into a ruin,
    the fortress of foreigners into a city no more,
    never to be rebuilt.
Therefore, strong people will glorify you;
    the towns of tyrant nations will fear you.
You have been a refuge for the poor,
    a refuge for the needy in distress,
    a hiding place from the storm,
    a shade from the heat.
When the breath of tyrants is like a winter[a] storm
    or like heat in the desert,
    you subdue the roar of foreigners.
Like heat shaded by a cloud,
    the tyrants’ song falls silent.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 25:4 Or wall