O Lord my God, I praise and glorify you! You have made the city to a heap of rubble. You give protection to the weak and poor, Thunderstorm, a shadow without heat. The Lord Yahweh will make a rich meal on his mountains. Wine, fat, marrow. Let us be joyful before our God, and be glad for his healing, for the hand of God lies on these mountains.
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Is 25 – The song of thanks of those delivered after the judgment of God / The great feast