Sexagesima Sunday | February 7th, 2021
O Lord, you are my God. I will exalt you! I will praise your name, because you have done astounding things, plans laid long ago that are firm and faithful. 2 For you have reduced the city to a heap, the fortified city to ruins. The citadel of foreigners is no longer a city at all. It will never be rebuilt. 3 That is why powerful peoples will honor you. The cities of cruel nations will fear you, 4 for you have been a stronghold for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in their distress. You have been a shelter from the rainstorm and shade from the heat. When the breath of the ruthless is like a rainstorm battering a wall, 5 like a hot wind drying up the desert, you put down the uproar of foreigners. It is like heat cooled by the shade of a cloud. The song of the ruthless is silenced.