Isaiah 25

O ETERNAL One, You are my God; I will extol You, I will praise Your name. For You planned graciousness of old, Counsels of steadfast faithfulness.

For 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.

Therefore a fierce people must honor You, A city of cruel nations must fear You.

For You have been a refuge for the pauper, A shelter for the needy person in distress— Shelter from rainstorm, shade from heat. When the fury of tyrants was like a winter rainstorm,

The rage of strangers like heat in the desert, You subdued the heat with the shade of clouds, The singing of the tyrants was vanquished.

GOD 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.

And on this mount will be destroyed the shroud That is drawn over the faces of all the peoples, And the covering that is spread Over all the nations:

Death will be destroyed forever. My Sovereign GOD will wipe the tears away From all faces And will put an end to the reproach of God’s people Over all the earth— For it is GOD who has spoken.

In that day they shall say: This is our God; We trusted in the One who delivered us. This is GOD, in whom we trusted; Let us rejoice and exult in God’s deliverance!

For GOD’s hand shall descend Upon this mount, And Moab shall be trampled underfoot As straw is threshed to bits at Madmenah.

Then [God’s] hands will be spread out in their homeland, As a swimmer’s hands are spread out to swim, And their pride will be humbled Along with the emblems of their power.

Yea, the secure fortification of their walls Will be laid low and humble— Will be razed to the ground, to the very dust.