Isaiah 25

¹O LORD, You are my God!

I will exalt You;

I will praise Your name.

For You have worked wonders—

plans formed long ago—

in perfect faithfulness.

²Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble,

the fortified town a ruin.

The fortress of strangers is a city no more;

it will never be rebuilt.

³Therefore, a strong people will honor You.

The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.

⁴For You have been a refuge for the poor,

a stronghold for the needy in distress,

a refuge from the storm,

a shade from the heat.

For the breath of the ruthless

is like rain against a wall,

⁵like heat in a dry land.

You subdue the uproar of foreigners.

As the shade of a cloud cools the heat,

so the song of the ruthless is silenced.

⁶On this mountain the LORD of Hosts

will prepare a lavish banquet for all the peoples,

a feast of aged wine, of choice meat,

of finely aged wine.

⁷On this mountain He will swallow up

the shroud that enfolds all peoples,

the sheet that covers all nations;

⁸He will swallow up death forever.^a

The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face^b

and remove the disgrace of His people

from the whole earth.

For the LORD has spoken.

⁹And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God;

we have waited for Him, and He has saved us.

This is the LORD for whom we have waited.

Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”

¹⁰For the hand of the LORD

will rest on this mountain.

But Moab will be trampled in his place

as straw is trodden into the dung pile.

¹¹He will spread out his hands within it,

as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim.

His pride will be brought low,

despite^a the skill of his hands.

¹²The high-walled fortress will be brought down,

cast to the ground, into the dust.