Isaiah 25

O Yahweh, You are my God;

I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name;

For You have worked wonders,

Counsels formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.

For You have made a city into a heap,

A fortified town into a ruin;

A palace of strangers is a city no more,

It will never be rebuilt.

Therefore a strong people will glorify You;

Towns of ruthless nations will fear You.

For You have been a strong defense for the poor,

A strong defense for the needy in his distress,

A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat;

For the breath of the ruthless

Is like a rain storm against a wall.

Like heat in a dry land, You subdue the rumbling of strangers;

Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced.

And Yahweh of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples on this mountain;

A banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow,

And refined, aged wine.

And on this mountain He will swallow up the covering which is over all peoples,

Even the veil which is stretched over all nations.

He will swallow up death for all time,

And Lord Yahweh will wipe tears away from all faces,

And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth;

For Yahweh has spoken.

And it will be said in that day,

“Behold, this is our God in whom we have hoped that He would save us.

This is Yahweh in whom we have hoped;

Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”

For the hand of Yahweh will rest on this mountain,

And Moab will be trodden down in his place

As straw is trodden down in the water of a manure pile.

And he will spread out his hands in the middle of it

As a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim,

But Yahweh will lay low his lofty pride together with the trickery of his hands.

The unassailable fortifications of your walls He will bring down,

Lay low, and cast to the ground, even to the dust.