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For You have made a city into a heap,
a fortified city into a ruin,
a foreigner’s palace a city no more—
never to be rebuilt.
Therefore a strong people will honor You.
Cities of ruthless nations will fear You.
For You have been a stronghold for the poor,
a stronghold for the needy in distress,
a refuge from the rainstorm,
a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
    is like a storm against the wall.

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