Is 25 - The song of thanks of those delivered after the judgment of God / The great feast

O Lord my God, I praise and glorify you! You have made the city to a heap of rubble. You give protection to the weak and poor, Thunderstorm, a shadow without heat. The Lord Yahweh will make a rich meal on his mountains. Wine, fat, marrow. Let us be joyful before our God, and be glad for his healing, for the hand of God lies on these mountains.