The Book of the Prophet Isaiah 25

 The Book of the Prophet Isaiah 25

1 O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for you have done wonderful things; your ancient counsels are truth and steadfast.

2 For you have made the city a heap, the fortified city a ruin, and the pit of strangers no longer a city, never to be built again.

3 Therefore a mighty people will glorify you, and the city of terrible nations will fear you.

4 For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in their distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat; for the blast of the oppressors is like a storm against a wall.

5 Like heat in a dry place, you will bring down the fury of strangers; as heat is appeased by the shadow of a thick cloud, so the song of tyrants will be humbled. 

6 And on this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of fattened animals, a feast of wines, of fattened marrow, and of wines, pure and well refined.

7 And on this mountain he will destroy the mask of the face, with which all peoples walk, and the veil with which all nations hide themselves.

8 He will destroy death forever, and the Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from all faces, and he will take away the reproach of his people from all the earth; for the Lord has spoken.

9 And in that day it will be said: "Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us; this is the Lord, for whom we have waited; we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation."

10 For on this mountain the hand of the Lord will rest; but Moab will be trodden under it, as straw is trodden on a dunghill. 

11 He will stretch out his hands among them, as a swimmer stretches out to swim; he will bring down their loftiness by the skill of his hands.

12 He will bring down the high fortresses of your walls; he will bring them down to the ground and bring them to the ground.