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For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from [being] a city, To the age it is not built.

Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.

For Thou hast been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible [is] as a storm -- a wall.

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You have made the city a heap of rubble,(A)
    the fortified(B) town a ruin,(C)
the foreigners’ stronghold(D) a city no more;
    it will never be rebuilt.(E)
Therefore strong peoples will honor you;(F)
    cities of ruthless(G) nations will revere you.
You have been a refuge(H) for the poor,(I)
    a refuge for the needy(J) in their distress,
a shelter from the storm(K)
    and a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless(L)
    is like a storm driving against a wall

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