1 LORD, you are my God; I will lift you high and praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, plans made long ago, faithful and true.
2 You have turned the city into a pile of rubble, the fortified town into ruins; the foreigners' stronghold is no longer a city and will never be rebuilt.
3 So a powerful people will honor you, and 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 rainstorm and shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like a rainstorm beating on a wall,
5 like heat in a parched land. You quiet the uproar of foreigners; as heat is cooled by the shade of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is hushed.
6 On this mountain the LORD of hosts will prepare for all peoples a banquet of rich foods, a banquet of wine aged on its dregs, rich foods full of marrow, finely strained wines.
7 On this mountain he will swallow up the shroud that covers all peoples, the sheet that is spread over all the nations.
8 He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe the tears from every face and take away his people's disgrace from the whole earth, for the LORD has spoken.
9 On that day they will say, "Look, this is our God! We waited for him, and he will save us. This is the LORD; we waited for him. Let us rejoice and be glad because he has saved us."
10 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain, but Moab will be trampled down where he stands, as straw is trampled in the water of a dung pit.
11 He will stretch out his hands in it as a swimmer stretches out his hands to swim, but the LORD will bring down his pride along with the tricks of his hands.
12 He will bring down the high fortifications of your walls, lay them low and throw them to the ground, into the dust.