1 HERE, U is my God! U sal ek verhoog; u Naam sal ek loof; want U het wonders gedoen, raadsbesluite uit ver tye, waarheid en trou.
2 Want U het van 'n stad 'n hoop klippe gemaak, van 'n versterkte vesting 'n puinhoop; 'n paleis van vreemdes, dat dit geen stad meer is nie; vir ewig sal dit nie herbou word nie.
3 Daarom sal 'n magtige volk U eer, die vesting van tirannieke nasies U vrees.
4 Want U was 'n vesting vir die arme, 'n vesting vir die behoeftige toe hy benoud was; 'n skuilplek teen die stortreën, 'n skaduwee teen die hitte -- want die geblaas van die tiranne is soos 'n stortreën teen 'n muur.
5 Soos hitte in 'n dor land het U die rumoer van vreemdes gedemp, soos hitte deur die skaduwee van 'n wolk; die triomfsang van die tiranne moes verstom.
6 En die HERE van die leërskare sal op hierdie berg vir al die volke berei 'n maaltyd van vetspyse, 'n maaltyd van ou wyn, van vetspyse vol murg, van gesuiwerde ou wyn.
7 En Hy sal op hierdie berg vernietig die uitgespreide sluier wat al die volke omsluier, en die omhulsel waarmee al die nasies bedek is.
8 Hy sal die dood vir ewig vernietig, en die Here HERE sal die trane van alle aangesigte afvee; en Hy sal die smaad van sy volk van die hele aarde af wegneem; want die HERE het dit gespreek.
9 En hulle sal in die dag sê: Kyk, dit is onse God op wie ons gewag het, dat Hy ons kan verlos; dit is die HERE op wie ons gewag het: laat ons juig en bly wees oor sy hulp.
10 Want die hand van die HERE sal rus op hierdie berg; maar Moab sal vertrap word op sy plek soos strooi vertrap word in die water van 'n miskuil.
11 En as hy sy hande daarin uitsprei soos 'n swemmer dit uitsprei om te swem, dan sal Hy sy trotsheid afdruk tegelyk met die kunsgrepe van sy hande.
12 En die steil versterkings van jou mure werp Hy neer, gooi Hy af, laat Hy kom tot op die grond, tot in die stof.
1 O Lord, you are my God; I will give praise to you, I will give honour to your name; for you have done great acts of power; your purposes in the past have been made true and certain in effect.
2 For you have made a town a waste place: a strong town a mass of broken walls; the tower of the men of pride has come to an end; it will never be put up again.
3 For this cause will the strong people give glory to you, the town of the cruel ones will be in fear of you.
4 For you have been a strong place for the poor and the crushed in their trouble, a safe place from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the wrath of the cruel ones is like a winter storm.
5 As heat by the shade of a cloud, the noise of the men of pride has been made quiet by you; as heat by the shade of a cloud, the song of the cruel ones has been stopped.
6 And in this mountain will the Lord of armies make for all peoples a feast of good things, a feast of wines long stored, of good things sweet to the taste, of wines long kept and tested.
7 And in this mountain he will put an end to the shade covering the face of all peoples, and the veil which is stretched over all nations.
8 He has put an end to death for ever; and the Lord God will take away all weeping; and he will put an end to the shame of his people in all the earth: for the Lord has said it.
9 And in that day it will be said, See, this is our God; we have been waiting for him, and he will be our saviour: this is the Lord in whom is our hope; we will be glad and have delight in his salvation.
10 For in this mountain will the hand of the Lord come to rest, and Moab will be crushed down in his place, even as the dry stems of the grain are crushed under foot in the waste place.
11 And if he puts out his hands, like a man stretching out his hands in swimming, the Lord will make low his pride, however expert his designs.
12 And the strong tower of your walls has been broken by him, made low, and crushed even to the dust.