Your Name, || For You have done a wonderful thing, || Counsels of old, steadfastness, O steadfast One. For You made of a city a heap, || Of a fortified city a ruin, || A high place of strangers from [being] a city, || It is not built for all time. Therefore a strong people honors You, || A city of the terrible nations fears You. For You have been a stronghold for the poor, || A stronghold for the needy in his distress, || A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, || When the spirit of the terrible