1 Lord, you are my God;

I will exalt you and praise your name,

for in perfect faithfulness

you have done wonderful things,

things planned long ago.

2 You have made the city a heap of rubble,

the fortified town a ruin,

the foreigners’ stronghold a city no more;

it will never be rebuilt.

3 Therefore strong peoples will honor you;

cities of ruthless nations will revere you.

4 You have been a refuge for the poor,

a refuge for the needy in their distress,

a shelter from the storm

and a shade from the heat.

For the breath of the ruthless

is like a storm driving against a wall

5 and like the heat of the desert.

You silence the uproar of foreigners;

as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,

so the song of the ruthless is stilled.

1 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.

2 For you have made the city a heap,

the fortified city a ruin;

the foreigners’ palace is a city no more;

it will never be rebuilt.

3 Therefore strong peoples will glorify you;

cities of ruthless nations will fear you.

4 For you have been a stronghold to the poor,

a stronghold to the needy in his distress,

a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat;

for the breath of the ruthless is like a storm against a wall,

5 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.

1 O Lord, thou art my God;

I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;

For thou hast done wonderful things;

Thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

2 For thou hast made of a city an heap;

Of a defenced city a ruin:

A palace of strangers to be no city;

It shall never be built.

3 Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee,

The city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.

4 For thou hast been a strength to the poor,

A strength to the needy in his distress,

A refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat,

When the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

5 Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers,

As the heat in a dry place;

Even the heat with the shadow of a cloud:

The branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.

1 O Lord, I will honor and praise your name,

for you are my God.

You do such wonderful things!

You planned them long ago,

and now you have accomplished them.

2 You turn mighty cities into heaps of ruins.

Cities with strong walls are turned to rubble.

Beautiful palaces in distant lands disappear

and will never be rebuilt.

3 Therefore, strong nations will declare your glory;

ruthless nations will fear you.

4 But you are a tower of refuge to the poor, O Lord,

a tower of refuge to the needy in distress.

You are a refuge from the storm

and a shelter from the heat.

For the oppressive acts of ruthless people

are like a storm beating against a wall,

5 or like the relentless heat of the desert.

But you silence the roar of foreign nations.

As the shade of a cloud cools relentless heat,

so the boastful songs of ruthless people are stilled.

1 O Lord, You are my God.

I will exalt You,

I will praise Your name,

For You have done wonderful things;

Your counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.

2 For You have made a city a ruin,

A fortified city a ruin,

A palace of foreigners to be a city no more;

It will never be rebuilt.

3 Therefore the strong people will glorify You;

The city of the terrible nations will fear You.

4 For You have been a strength to the poor,

A strength to the needy in his distress,

A refuge from the storm,

A shade from the heat;

For the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

5 You will reduce the noise of aliens,

As heat in a dry place;

As heat in the shadow of a cloud,

The song of the terrible ones will be diminished.

1 Lord, you are my God.

I honor you and praise you,

because you have done amazing things.

You have always done what you said you would do;

you have done what you planned long ago.

2 You have made the city a pile of rocks

and have destroyed her walls.

The city our enemies built with strong walls is gone;

it will never be built again.

3 People from powerful nations will honor you;

cruel people from strong cities will fear you.

4 You protect the poor;

you protect the helpless when they are in danger.

You are like a shelter from storms,

like shade that protects them from the heat.

The cruel people attack

like a rainstorm beating against the wall,

5 like the heat in the desert.

But you, God, stop their violent attack.

As a cloud cools a hot day,

you silence the songs of those who have no mercy.

1 O Jehovah, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things, even counsels of old, in faithfulness and truth. 2 For thou hast made of a city a heap, of a fortified city a ruin, a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built. 3 Therefore shall a strong people glorify thee; a city of terrible nations shall fear thee. 4 For thou hast been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall. 5 As the heat in a dry place wilt thou bring down the noise of strangers; as the heat by the shade of a cloud, the song of the terrible ones shall be brought low.

1 Jehovah, thou art my God: I will exalt thee; I will celebrate thy name, for thou hast done wonderful things; counsels of old which are faithfulness and truth. 2 For thou hast made of the city a heap, of the fortified town a ruin, the palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built up. 3 Therefore shall the mighty people glorify thee, the city of terrible nations shall fear thee. 4 For thou hast been a fortress to the poor, a fortress for the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat: for the blast of the terrible ones has been as the storm against a wall. 5 Thou hast subdued the tumult of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; as the heat, by the shadow of a cloud, so the song of the terrible ones is brought low.

1 O Lord, you are my God. 

I will highly honor you; I will praise your name. 

You have done miraculous things. 

You have been completely reliable 

in carrying out your plans from long ago. 

2 You have turned cities into ruins, 

fortified cities into piles of rubble, 

and foreigners’ palaces into cities that will never be rebuilt. 

3 That is why strong people will honor you, 

and cities ruled by the world’s tyrants will fear you. 

4 You have been a refuge for the poor, 

a refuge for the needy in their distress, 

a shelter from the rain, and shade from the heat. 

(A tyrant’s breath is like a rainstorm against a wall, 

5 like heat in a dry land.) 

You calm the uproar of foreigners. 

The song of tyrants is silenced 

like heat that is ⸤reduced⸥ by the shadow of a cloud. 

1 Yahweh, You are my God;

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,

a fortified city, into ruins;

the fortress of barbarians 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,

a stronghold for the needy person in his distress,

a refuge from the rain, a shade from the heat.

When the breath of the violent

is like rain against a wall,

5 like heat in a dry land,

You subdue the uproar of barbarians.

As the shade of a cloud cools the heat of the day,

so He silences the song of the violent.

1 Yahweh, you are my God; I will exalt you.

I will praise your name,

for you have done wonderful things,

plans of old, in faithfulness, trustworthiness.

2 For you have made the city a heap,

the fortified city a ruin,

the palace of foreigners is no longer a city;

it will never 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,

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.

1 Lord, you are my God.

I will honor you.

I will praise your name.

You have been perfectly faithful.

You have done wonderful things.

You had planned them long ago.

2 You have turned cities into piles of trash.

You have pulled down the high walls that were around them.

You have destroyed our enemies’ forts.

They will never be rebuilt.

3 Powerful nations will honor you.

Even sinful people from their cities will have respect for you.

4 Poor people have come to you for safety.

You have kept needy people safe when they were in trouble.

You have been a place to hide when storms came.

You have been a shade from the heat of the sun.

Evil people attack us.

They are like a storm beating against a wall.

5 They are like the heat of the desert.

You stopped the noisy shouts of our enemies.

You kept them from winning the battle over us and singing about it.

You are like the shadow of a cloud that cools the earth.

1 O Lord, You are my God;

I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name;

For You have worked wonders,

Plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.

2 For You have made a city into a heap,

A fortified city into a ruin;

A palace of strangers is a city no more,

It will never be rebuilt.

3 Therefore a strong people will glorify You;

Cities of ruthless nations will revere You.

4 For You have been a defense for the helpless,

A defense for the needy in his distress,

A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat;

For the breath of the ruthless

Is like a rain storm against a wall.

5 Like heat in drought, You subdue the uproar of aliens;

Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced.