Isaiah 25

1O YHWH, Thou art my God, I will exalt Thee, I will praise Thy name, For Thou hast done wonderful things; Even counsels of old, in faithfulness and truth.

2For Thou hast made of a city a heap, Of a fortified city a ruin; A castle of strangers to be no city, It shall never be built.

3Therefore shall the strong people glorify Thee, The city of the terrible nations shall fear Thee.

4For Thou hast been a stronghold to the poor, A stronghold to the needy in his distress, A refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat; For the blast of the terrible ones was as a storm against the wall.

5As the heat in a dry place, Thou didst subdue the noise of strangers; As the heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the terrible ones was brought low.

6And in this mountain will YHWH of hosts make unto all peoples A feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, Of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.

7And He will destroy in this mountain The face of the covering that is cast over all peoples, And the veil that is spread over all nations.

8He will swallow up death for ever; And the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; And the reproach of His people will He take away from off all the earth; For YHWH hath spoken it.

9And it shall be said in that day: ‘Lo, this is our God, For whom we waited, that He might save us; This is YHWH, for whom we waited, We will be glad and rejoice in His salvation.’

10For in this mountain will the hand of YHWH rest, And Moab shall be trodden down in his place, Even as straw is trodden down in the dunghill.

11And when he shall spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim, His pride shall be brought down together with the cunning of his hands.

12And the high fortress of thy walls will He bring down, lay low, And bring to the ground, even to the dust.