Isaiah 25

¹ O the LORD, you are my God;
I will exalt you, I will praise your name,
for you have done wonderful things,
plans formed of old, faithful and sure.

² For you have made the city a heap,
the fortified city a ruin,
the palace of foreigners is a city no more;
it will never be rebuilt.

³ Therefore strong peoples will honor you;
the city of ruthless nations will fear you.

⁴ For you have been a stronghold to the poor,
a stronghold to the needy in his distress,
a shelter from the storm,
a shade from the heat;
for the blast of the ruthless is like a winter storm,

⁵ like heat in a dry place,
you subdue the noise of foreigners;
as heat is subdued by the shadow of a cloud,
so the song of the ruthless is silenced.

⁶ On this mountain the LORD of hosts will make for all peoples
a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine,
of rich food full of marrow,
of aged wine well refined.

⁷ And he will swallow up on this mountain
the covering that is cast over all peoples,
the veil that is spread over all nations.

⁸ He will swallow up death forever;
and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces,
and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,
for the LORD has spoken.

⁹ It will be said on that day,
"Look, this is our God; we waited for him and he saved us.
This is the LORD; we waited for him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation."

¹⁰ For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain,
and Moab will be trampled in his own place
as straw is trampled down in a dung pit.

¹¹ And he will spread out his hands in the midst of it
as a swimmer spreads his hands to swim,
but the LORD will lay low his splendor
together with the skill of his hands.

¹² And the high fortifications of his walls
he will bring down, lay low,
cast to the ground, even to the dust.