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Chapter 25

Lord, you are my God.
    I will exalt you and praise your name,
for you have accomplished wonderful things,
    formulated in ages past, faithful and sure.
You have made the city a heap of ruins,
    the fortified city a mass of rubble.
The citadel of foreigners is a city no more,
    and it will never be rebuilt.
Therefore, mighty peoples will honor you,
    and the cities of ruthless nations
    will regard you with awe.

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