Isaiah Chapter 25

1 O Lord you are my God. I will exalt you. I will praise your name. For you have done wonderful things. Your counsels are faithfulness and truth.
2 For you have made a heap from a city. A fortified city into a ruin. A citadel of foreigners to be no city. It shall never be built.
3 Therefore the strong people glorify you, the city of the fearful nations shall fear you.
4 For you are a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the fearful ones is like a storm against the wall.
5 You shall bring down the noise of foreigners, as the heat in a dry place. Even the heat with the shadow of cloud. The shouting of the terrifying ones shall be brought low.
6 In this mountain, the Lord of hosts will make a feast of fat things for all the people, a feast of wine on the remains, of fat things full of marrow, of refined wine on the remains.
7 He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering which covers all people, and the veil that is woven over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death in victory. The Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces. He will take away from all the earth the rebuke of His people. For the Lord has spoken.
9 In that day, one will say, This is our God. We have waited for Him and He will save us. This is the Lord. We have waited for Him. We will be glad and rejoice in His salvation.
10 For the hand of the Lord will rest in this mountain and Moab will be trampled under Him, even as straw is trampled in the water of a dung pit.
11 He will spread out His hands in their midst like one who swims strokes to swim. He will bring down their pride with the skill of His hands.
12 He will lay low the fortress of the high fort of your walls and bring to the ground, to the dust.