The proudest people therefore stoupe to thee,
The strongest cities haue thee still in feare:
Thou strengthnest the poore man in dispaire:
And helpest the needie in necessitie.
Thou art a sure refuge against a shower,
A shadow which doth from the heat defend:
The raging blasts the mighty forth doth send,
Is like a storme which shakes the stateliest tower.
Thou shalt abate the forraine strangers pride,
Like as the heat doth drie the moistest place,
The glorie of the proud thou shalt deface.
Like as the cloudes the sunny beames doo hide.
The Lord of hostes shal in this mount prouide,
And to his people here shal make a feast,
Of fatted things and dainties of the best,
Of Marrow and wines finely purified.
And in this Mountaine by his mightie hand,
That same dark cloud the Lord wil cleane destroy,
Euen with the vaile which doth his folke annoy,
And death no more before his face shall stand.
The Lord will wipe out of his chosens eies,
The teares which doo their faces so distaine:
And their rebuke shal now no more remaine,
Thus saith the Lord, these be his promises.
And men shal say (then) loe, this same is he,
This is our God, on whom we did attend,
This is the Lord that will vs stil defend,
We will be glad and ioyfull (Lord) in thee.
Thy hand (oh Lord) here in this mount shall rest,
And cursed Moab shall by thee be beaten,