Isaiah 25

¹O 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 .

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

³Therefore strong peoples will glorify you; cities of ruthless nations will fear you.

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

⁵like heat in a dry place . You subdue the noise of the foreigners ; as heat by the shade of a cloud , so the song of the ruthless is put down .

⁶On 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 .

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

⁸He 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 .

⁹It will be said on that day , Behold , this is our God ; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation .

¹⁰For the hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain , and Moab shall be trampled down in his place , as straw is trampled down in a dunghill .

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

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