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1 O Jehovah, thou my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name, for thou didst a wonder; counsels from far off, stability, faithfulness. 2 For thou didst set from a city to a heap, a fortified city to ruins: a palace of strangers from a city; it shall not be built forever. 3 For this shall the strong people honor thee, the city of terrible nations shall fear thee. 4 For thou wert a fortress to the poor, a fortress to the needy in straits; to him a refuge from the inundation, a shadow from the heat when the wind of the terrible ones as the inundation of the wall. 5 As the heat in Zion the noise of strangers thou shalt bring down; the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the song of the terrible shall be humbled. Isaiah 25:1-5, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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