Isaiah 25:1-12
25 O Jehovah, you are my God.
I exalt you, I praise your name,For you have done wonderful things,+Things purposed* from ancient times,+In faithfulness,+ in trustworthiness.
2 For you have turned a city into a pile of stones,A fortified town into a crumbling ruin.
The foreigner’s tower is a city no more;It will never be rebuilt.
3 That is why a strong people will glorify you;The city of tyrannical nations will fear you.+
4 For you have become a stronghold to the lowly,A stronghold to the poor in his distress,+A refuge from the rainstorm,And a shade from the heat.+
When the blast of the tyrants is like a rainstorm against a wall,
5 As the heat in a parched land,You subdue the uproar of strangers.
Like heat is subdued by the shadow of a cloud,So the song of the tyrants is silenced.
6 In this mountain+ Jehovah of armies will make for all the peoplesA banquet of rich dishes,+A banquet of fine wine,*Of rich dishes filled with marrow,Of fine, filtered wine.
7 In this mountain he will do away with* the shroud that is enveloping all the peoplesAnd the covering* that is woven over all the nations.
8 He will swallow up* death forever,+And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah will wipe away the tears from all faces.+
The reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,For Jehovah himself has spoken it.
9 In that day they will say:
“Look! This is our God!+
We have hoped in him,+And he will save us.+
This is Jehovah!
We have hoped in him.
Let us be joyful and rejoice in the salvation by him.”+
10 For the hand of Jehovah will rest on this mountain,+And Moʹab will be trampled on in its place+Like straw trampled into a pile of manure.
11 He will slap out his hands into itLike a swimmer slapping out his hands to swim,And he will bring down its haughtiness+With the skillful movements of his hands.
12 And the fortified city, with your high walls of security,He will bring down;He will knock it down to the ground, to the very dust.
