Isa 25
1
O YHWH, you are my God; I will exalt you, I will praise your name; for you have done
wonderful things, [even] counsels of old, in faithfulness [and] truth.
2
For you have made of a city a heap, of a fortified city a ruin, a palace of strangers
to be no city; it shall never be built.
3
Therefore shall a strong people glorify you; a city of terrible nations shall fear
you.
4
For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress,
a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones
is as a storm against the wall.
5
As the heat in a dry place will you bring down the noise of strangers; as the heat
by the shade of a cloud, the song of the terrible ones shall be brought low.
6
And in this mountain will YHWH of hosts make to all peoples a feast of fat things,
a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well
refined.
7
And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering that covers all peoples,
and the veil that is spread over all nations.
8
He has swallowed up death for ever; and the Lord YHWH will wipe away tears from off
all faces; and the reproach of his people will he take away from off all the earth:
for YHWH has spoken it.
9
And it shall be said in that day, Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him,
and he will save us: this is YHWH; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice
in his salvation.
10
For in this mountain will the hand of YHWH rest; and Moab shall be trodden down in
his place, even as straw is trodden down in the water of the dung-hill.
11
And he shall spread forth his hands in its midst, as he who swims spreads
forth [his hands] to swim; but [YHWH] will lay low his pride together with the craft
of his hands.
12
And the high fortress of your walls has he brought down, laid low, and brought to
the ground, even to the dust.