A Hymn of Praise
1 Lord, you are my God;
I will honor you and praise your name.
You have done amazing things;
you have faithfully carried out
the plans you made long ago.
2 You have turned cities into ruins
and destroyed their fortifications.
The palaces which our enemies built
are gone forever.
3 The people of powerful nations will praise you;
you will be feared in the cities of cruel nations.
4 The poor and the helpless have fled to you
and have been safe in times of trouble.
You give them shelter from storms
and shade from the burning heat.
Cruel enemies attack like a winter storm,
5 like drought in a dry land.
But you, Lord, have silenced our enemies;
you silence the shouts of cruel people,
as a cloud cools a hot day.
God Prepares a Banquet
6 Here on Mount Zion the Lord Almighty will prepare a banquet for all the nations of the world—a banquet of the richest food and the finest wine. 7 Here he will suddenly remove the cloud of sorrow that has been hanging over all the nations. 8 The Sovereign Lord will destroy death forever! He will wipe away the tears from everyone's eyes and take away the disgrace his people have suffered throughout the world. The Lord himself has spoken.
9 When it happens, everyone will say, “He is our God! We have put our trust in him, and he has rescued us. He is the Lord! We have put our trust in him, and now we are happy and joyful because he has saved us.”
God Will Punish Moab
10 The Lord will protect Mount Zion, but the people of Moab will be trampled down the way straw is trampled in manure. 11 They will reach out their hands as if they were trying to swim, but God will humiliate them, and their hands will sink helplessly. 12 He will destroy the fortresses of Moab with their high walls and bring them tumbling down into the dust.
Slavas dziesma par Dieva vēlību
1 Kungs, tu esi mans Dievs,
es slavēšu tevi, es godāšu tavu vārdu,
jo tu dari brīnumus!
Jau no senlaikiem tavi nodomi ir patiesi un uzticami!
2 Tu padarīji pilsētu par gruvešiem,
nocietinātu pilsētu par drupu kaudzi,
svešinieku pils vairs nav pilsēta,
to nemūžam vairs neuzcels!
3 Par to tevi slavē stipras tautas,
un varmācīgu tautu pilsētas bīstas tevis.
4 Tu esi bijis kā cietoksnis nabagam,
cietoksnis bēdulim nelaimē,
aizsegs negaisā, ēna karstumā,
jo varmāku dvaša –
kā negaiss pret sienu!
5 Kā karstums izkveldē,
tā tu apspied svešinieku aurus,
karstums mākoņu ēnā –
varmāku dziesma nu noklususi!
6 Pulku Kungs nu sataisīs visām tautām
treknas dzīres šai kalnā –
dzīres ar nostāvējušos vīnu,
ar treknuma leknumiem,
ar vecu briedušu vīnu!
7 Šai kalnā viņš saplēsīs apsegu,
kas klājas pār visu tautu,
apklāju, kas sedz visus ļaudis!
8 Uz mūžiem viņš izpostīs nāvi,
Kungs Dievs noslaucīs asaras no visu vaigiem,
visā zemē viņš iznīdēs savas tautas kaunu,
jo Kungs ir runājis!
9 Tajā dienā sacīs:
“Redzi, šis ir mūsu Dievs,
uz viņu mēs cerējām,
un viņš mūs glābj,
Kungs ir tas, uz kuru mēs cerējām,
līksmosim un priecāsimies
par viņa glābšanu!”
10 Kunga roka guls pār šo kalnu –
Moābs tiks samīts uz vietas,
kā mēslu bedrē mīcot salmus!
11 Tad tas iepletīs savas rokas
kā peldētājs peldot,
bet viņa lepnums slīgs lejup – tāpat kā rokas!
12 Saplaks viņa augstie nocietinājumu mūri,
viņš ļaus sabrukt savu augsto nocietinājumu vaļņiem –
līdz zemei un pīšļos!
