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For You have been a stronghold for the poor,
a stronghold for the needy in distress,
a refuge from the rainstorm,
a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
    is like a storm against the wall.
Like heat in a dry place,
You subdue the roar of foreigners.
Like heat in the shade of a cloud,
    the song of tyrants is brought low.

On this mountain, Adonai-Tzva’ot
will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples—
a banquet of aged wine—
of rich food, of choice marrow, of aged wine well refined.

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