Isaiah 25:4
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.
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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5As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.
2For 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.
3Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.
6And a covering may be, For a shadow by day from drought, And for a refuge, and for a hiding place, From inundation and from rain!
3For Thou hast been a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.
2And each hath been as a hiding-place `from' wind, And as a secret hiding-place `from' inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
9Who is brightening up the spoiled against the strong, And the spoiled against a fortress cometh.
6The counsel of the poor ye cause to stink, Because Jehovah `is' his refuge.
9And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.
3Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.
4The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.
5But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
2Lo, a mighty and strong one `is' to the Lord, As a storm of hail -- a destructive shower, As an inundation of mighty waters overflowing, He cast down to the earth with the hand.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
27A watch-tower I have given thee, Among My people a fortress, And thou knowest, and hast tried their way.
14Thou hast seen, For Thou perverseness and anger beholdest; By giving into Thy hand, On Thee doth the afflicted leave `it', Of the fatherless Thou hast been an helper.
8From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.
40Thou hast broken down all his hedges, Thou hast made his fenced places a ruin.
15So dost Thou pursue them with Thy whirlwind, And with Thy hurricane troublest them.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
1To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. `For the Virgins.' -- A song. God `is' to us a refuge and strength, A help in adversities found most surely.
9Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
10All my bones say, `Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'
27When your fear cometh as destruction, And your calamity as a hurricane doth come, When on you come adversity and distress.
22And Jehovah is for a high place to me, And my God `is' for a rock -- my refuge,
4They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid the poor of the earth.
18And I, lo, I have given thee this day for a fenced city, and for an iron pillar, and for brazen walls over all the land, to the kings of Judah, to its heads, to its priests, and to the people of the land;
14In righteousness thou establishest thyself, Be far from oppression, for thou fearest not, And from ruin, for it cometh not near unto thee.
12And the fortress of the high place of thy walls He hath bowed down -- He hath made low, He hath caused `it' to come to the earth, -- unto dust.
2My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
19And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
3Be to me for a rock -- a habitation, To go in continually, Thou hast given command to save me, For my rock and my bulwark `art' Thou.
2O Jehovah, favour us, for thee we have waited, Be their arm, in the mornings, Yea, our salvation in time of adversity.
14Thou hast pierced with his staves the head of his leaders, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation `is' as to consume the poor in secret.
1Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,
10Thou hast shewed thyself weak in a day of adversity, Straitened is thy power,
3A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, `Is' a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.
7Thou causest not the weary to drink water, And from the hungry thou withholdest bread.
2Incline unto me Thine ear hastily, deliver me, Be to me for a strong rock, For a house of bulwarks to save me.
14Nor stand by the breach to cut off its escaped, Nor deliver up its remnant in a day of distress.
29For Thou `art' my lamp, O Jehovah, And Jehovah doth lighten my darkness.
15And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
5Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety `him who' doth breathe for it.
3And what do ye at a day of inspection? And at desolation? -- from afar it cometh. Near whom do ye flee for help? And where do ye leave your honour?
27And their inhabitants are feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up. They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn, before it hath risen up.
20Come, My people, enter into thy inner chambers, And shut thy doors behind thee, Hide thyself shortly a moment till the indignation pass over.
10Thy company have dwelt in it, Thou preparest in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.
19O Jehovah, my strength, and my fortress, And my refuge in a day of adversity, Unto Thee nations do come from the ends of earth, And say, Only falsehood did our fathers inherit, Vanity, and none among them is profitable.
4Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
1In that day sung is this song in the land of Judah: `We have a strong city, Salvation He doth make walls and bulwark.