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1 O LORD, you are my God, I extol you, I praise your name; For you have carried out your wonderful plans of old, faithful and true. 2 For you have made the city a heap, the fortified city a ruin, The castle of the insolent, a city no more, not ever to be rebuilt. 3 Therefore a strong people will honor you, ruthless nations will fear you. 4 For you have been a refuge to the poor, a refuge to the needy in their distress; Shelter from the rain, shade from the heat. When the blast of the ruthless was like a winter rain, 5 the roar of strangers like heat in the desert, You subdued the heat with the shade of a cloud, the rain of the tyrants was vanquished. Isaiah 25:1-5, New American Bible Revised. Copyright © 2010 USCCB.
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