1-5God, you are my God.I celebrate you. I praise you.You’ve done your share of miracle-wonders,well-thought-out plans, solid and sure.Here you’ve reduced the city to rubble,the strong city to a pile of stones.The enemy Big City is a non-city,never to be a city again.Superpowers will see it and honor you,brutal oppressors bow in worshipful reverence.They’ll see that you take care of the poor,that you take care of poor people in trouble,Provide a warm, dry place in bad weather,provide a cool place when it’s hot.Brutal oppressors are like a winter blizzardand vicious foreigners like high noon in the desert.But you, shelter from the storm and shade from the sun,shut the mouths of the big-mouthed bullies.

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