Isaiah 25
Open in the reader1O He-Who-Is, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.
2Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
3Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.
4For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,
5like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.
6On this mountain He-Who-Is of Hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.
7On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;
8He will swallow up death forever. The Lord He-Who-Is will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth. For He-Who-Is has spoken.
9And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is He-Who-Is for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”
10For the hand of He-Who-Is will rest on this mountain. But From-the-Father will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.
11He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.
12The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.