Isaiah 25:4 YLT

²  For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from 'being' a city, To the age it is not built.

³  Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.

⁴  For Thou hast been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible 'is' as a storm -- a wall.

⁵  As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.

⁶  And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.