¹Yahweh, you are my God; I will lift you high, I will give thanks to your name; for you have done a wonder, counsels from afar, in steadiness and faithfulness.

²For you have turned a city into a heap, a fortified town into a ruin; the citadel of foreigners is no city, and it will not be built forever.

³Therefore a fierce people will honor you; the city of ruthless nations will fear you.

⁴For you have been a stronghold for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in his tight place, a refuge from the rainstorm, a shadow from the heat; for the wind of the ruthless is like a rainstorm against a wall.

⁵Like heat in a parched land you subdue the uproar of foreigners; like heat in the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is brought low.

⁶Yahweh of hosts will make for all the peoples on this mountain a feast of fat oils, a feast of dregs: fat oils rubbed smooth, dregs strained clear.

⁷And on this mountain he will swallow up the face of the covering that wraps over all the peoples, and the coverlet that is spread over all the nations.

⁸He will swallow up death forever; and the Adonai Yahweh will wipe away tears from every face, and the reproach of his people he will remove from all the land; for Yahweh has spoken.

⁹And one will say on that day, Behold, this is our God; we waited for him, and he saved us. This is Yahweh; we waited for him; let us rejoice and be glad in his deliverance.

¹⁰For the hand of Yahweh will rest on this mountain, and Moab will be trampled down beneath it, as straw is trampled in a dung-pit.

¹¹And he will spread out his hands in his midst, as the swimmer spreads them out to swim; and he will bring low his pride with the cunning of his hands.

¹²And the fortification of the high stronghold of your walls he lays low, he brings down, he makes it touch the land, down to the dust.