Isa 25
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O LORD, Thou art my God, I will exalt Thee, I will praise Thy name, for Thou hast
done wonderful things; even counsels of old, in faithfulness and truth.
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For Thou hast made of a city a heap, of a fortified city a ruin; a castle of strangers
to be no city, it shall never be built.
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Therefore shall the strong people glorify Thee, the city of the terrible nations shall
fear Thee.
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For Thou hast been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress,
a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat; for the blast of the terrible ones
was as a storm against the wall.
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As the heat in a dry place, Thou didst subdue the noise of strangers; as the heat
by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the terrible ones was brought low.
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And in this mountain will the LORD of hosts make unto 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.
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And He will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering that is cast over all
peoples, and the veil that is spread over all nations.
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He will swallow up death for ever; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off
all faces; and the reproach of His people will He take away from off all the earth;
for the LORD hath spoken it.
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And it shall be said in that day: 'Lo, this is our God, for whom we waited, that He
might save us; this is the LORD, for whom we waited, we will be glad and rejoice in
His salvation.'
10
For in this mountain will the hand of the LORD rest, and Moab shall be trodden down
in his place, even as straw is trodden down in the dunghill.
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And when he shall spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, as he that swimmeth
spreadeth forth his hands to swim, his pride shall be brought down together with the
cunning of his hands.
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And the high fortress of thy walls will He bring down, lay low, and bring to the ground,
even to the dust.