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O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, - Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.

For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, - palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.

For this cause! shall glorify thee - a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;

For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, - A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.

As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, - Heat - with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.