Isaiah Chapter 25 |
1O Lord, You are my God;
I will extol You, I will praise Your name.
For You planned graciousness of old,
Counsels of steadfast faithfulness.
2For You have turned a city into a stone heap,
A walled town into a ruin,
The citadel of strangers into rubble,
Never to be rebuilt.
3Therefore a fierce people must honor You,
A city of cruel nations must fear You.
4For You have been a refuge for the poor man,
A shelter for the needy man in his distress—
Shelter from rainstorm, shade from heat.
When the fury of tyrants was like a winter rainstorm,
5The rage of strangers like heat in the desert,
You subdued the heat with the shade of clouds,
The singing of the tyrants was vanquished.
6The Lord of Hosts will make on this mount
For all the peoples
A banquet of rich viands,
A banquet of choice wines—
Of rich viands seasoned with marrow,
Of choice wines well refined.
7And He will destroy on this mount the shroud
That is drawn over the faces of all the peoples
And the covering that is spread
Over all the nations:
8He will destroy death forever.
My Lord God will wipe the tears away
From all faces
And will put an end to the reproach of His people
Over all the earth—
For it is the Lord who has spoken.
9In that day they shall say:
This is our God;
We trusted in Him, and He delivered us.
This is the Lord, in whom we trusted;
Let us rejoice and exult in His deliverance!
10For the hand of the Lord shall descend
Upon this mount,
And Moab shall be trampled under Him
As straw is threshed to bits at Madmenah.
11Then He will spread out His hands in their homeland,
As a swimmer spreads his hands out to swim,
And He will humble their pride
Along with the emblems of their power.
12Yea, the secure fortification of their walls
He will lay low and humble,
Will raze to the ground, to the very dust.