Chapter 25
1 O Lord, you are my God.
I will exalt you and praise your name,
for you have accomplished wonderful things,
formulated in ages past, faithful and sure.
2 You have made the city a heap of ruins,
the fortified city a mass of rubble.
The citadel of foreigners is a city no more,
and it will never be rebuilt.
3 Therefore, mighty peoples will honor you,
and the cities of ruthless nations
will regard you with awe.
4 For you have been a refuge for the poor,
a refuge to the needy in their distress,
a shelter from the storm
and a shade from the heat.
5 The blast of the ruthless
is like a winter storm or a scorching drought,
but you subdue the roar of the foe,
and the song of the ruthless fades away.
6 On this mountain the Lord of hosts
will prepare for all peoples
a feast of rich food and vintage wines,
of succulent foods and well-aged wines.
7 On this mountain the Lord will destroy
the veil that shrouds all the peoples,
the path spread over all the nations;
8 he will destroy death forever.
Then the Lord God will wipe away
the tears from every face,
and from the entire earth he will remove
the shame of all his people;
for the Lord has spoken.
9 It will be said on that day,
“Behold, this is our God;
in him we place our hope for deliverance.
This is the Lord for whom we have waited;
let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us.”
10 For the hand of the Lord will not rest on this mountain,
but Moab will be trodden under his feet
as straw is trodden into the dung-heap.
11 The Lord will stretch forth his hands in Moab
as a swimmer stretches out his hands to swim,
and he will humble their pride
as his hands sweep over them.
12 He will overthrow the high fortifications of their walls,
casting them down to the ground
and making them level with the dust.
Footnotes
- Isaiah 25:6
- Isaiah 25:7
