Isaiah 25:1-5

LORD, you are my God. I honor you and praise you, because you have done amazing things. You have always done what you said you would do; you have done what you planned long ago. You have made the city a pile of rocks and have destroyed her walls. The city our enemies built with strong walls is gone; it will never be built again. People from powerful nations will honor you; cruel people from strong cities will fear you. You protect the poor; you protect the helpless when they are in danger. You are like a shelter from storms, like shade that protects them from the heat. The cruel people attack like a rainstorm beating against the wall, like the heat in the desert. But you, God, stop their violent attack. As a cloud cools a hot day, you silence the songs of those who have no mercy.