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The full moon will be covered up, the bright sun will be darkened; for the Lord who commands armies will rule on Mount Zion in Jerusalem in the presence of his assembly, in majestic splendor.

O Lord , you are my God! I will exalt you in praise, I will extol your fame. For you have done extraordinary things, and executed plans made long ago exactly as you decreed.

For you are a protector for the poor, a protector for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the rainstorm, a shade from the heat. Though the breath of tyrants is like a winter rainstorm,

The Lord who commands armies will hold a banquet for all the nations on this mountain. At this banquet there will be plenty of meat and aged wine— tender meat and choicest wine.

At that time they will say, "Look, here is our God! We waited for him and he delivered us. Here is the Lord ! We waited for him. Let's rejoice and celebrate his deliverance!"

For the Lord 's power will make this mountain secure. Moab will be trampled down where it stands, as a heap of straw is trampled down in a manure pile.

You keep completely safe the people who maintain their faith, for they trust in you.

Yes, as your judgments unfold, O Lord , we wait for you. We desire your fame and reputation to grow.

I look for you during the night, my spirit within me seeks you at dawn, for when your judgments come upon the earth, those who live in the world learn about justice.

O Lord , you make us secure, for even all we have accomplished, you have done for us.

O Lord , in distress they looked for you; they uttered incantations because of your discipline.

Your dead will come back to life; your corpses will rise up. Wake up and shout joyfully, you who live in the ground! For you will grow like plants drenched with the morning dew, and the earth will bring forth its dead spirits.

Go, my people! Enter your inner rooms! Close your doors behind you! Hide for a little while, until his angry judgment is over!

For look, the Lord is coming out of the place where he lives, to punish the sin of those who live on the earth. The earth will display the blood shed on it; it will no longer cover up its slain.

I am not angry. I wish I could confront some thorns and briers! Then I would march against them for battle; I would set them all on fire,

When you summon her for divorce, you prosecute her; he drives her away with his strong wind in the day of the east wind.

For the fortified city is left alone; it is a deserted settlement and abandoned like the desert. Calves graze there; they lie down there and eat its branches bare.

When its branches get brittle, they break; women come and use them for kindling. For these people lack understanding, therefore the one who made them has no compassion on them; the one who formed them has no mercy on them.

At that time the Lord who commands armies will become a beautiful crown and a splendid diadem for the remnant of his people.

For with mocking lips and a foreign tongue he will speak to these people.