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

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.

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,

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.

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,

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.

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.

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, 

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,

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 palace of aliens 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 refuge to the poor,

a refuge to the needy in their distress,

a shelter from the rainstorm and a shade from the heat.

When the blast of the ruthless was like a winter rainstorm,

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,

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.

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.