25 O Jehovah, you are my God.*+ I exalt you,+ I laud your name,+ for you have done wonderful things,+ counsels+ from early times, in faithfulness,+ in trustworthiness.+ 2 For you have made a city a pile of stones, a fortified town a crumbling ruin, a dwelling tower of strangers to be no city, which will not be rebuilt even to time indefinite.+ 3 That is why those who are a strong people will glorify you; the town of the tyrannical nations, they will fear you.+ 4 For you have become a stronghold to the lowly one, a stronghold to the poor one in the distress that he has,+ a refuge from the rainstorm,* a shade+ from the heat, when the blast* of the tyrannical ones is like a rainstorm against a wall. 5 Like the heat in a waterless country, the noise of strangers you subdue, the heat with the shadow of a cloud.+ The melody itself of the tyrannical ones becomes suppressed.+ 6 And Jehovah of armies will certainly make for all the peoples,+ in this mountain,+ a banquet of well-oiled dishes,+ a banquet of [wine kept on] the dregs, of well-oiled dishes filled with marrow,+ of [wine+ kept on] the dregs, filtered.+ 7 And in this mountain he will certainly swallow up the face of the envelopment that is enveloping over all the peoples,+ and the woven work that is interwoven upon all the nations. 8 He will actually swallow up death forever,+ and the Sovereign Lord Jehovah will certainly wipe the tears from all faces.+ And the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,*+ for Jehovah himself has spoken [it]. 9 And in that day one will certainly say: “Look! This is our God.*+ We have hoped in him,+ and he will save us.+ This is Jehovah.+ We have hoped in him. Let us be joyful and rejoice in the salvation by him.”*+ 10 For the hand of Jehovah will settle down on this mountain,+ and Moʹab must be trodden down+ in its place as when a straw heap is trodden down in a manure+ place. 11 And he must slap out* his hands in the midst of it* as when a swimmer slaps [them] out to swim, and he must abase its haughtiness+ with the tricky movements of his hands. 12 And the fortified city, with your high walls of security, he must lay low; he must abase [it], bring [it] into contact with the earth, to the dust.+
^ “My God.” Heb., ʼElo·haiʹ.
^ Or, “the land.” Heb., ha·ʼaʹrets.
^ “Our God.” Heb., ʼElo·hehʹnu.
^ Lit., “in his salvation.”
^ Lit., “stretch out.”
^ Or, “him,” that is, “Moab.”