Isaiah 25
25
Song of Praise for God’s Favor
1O Lord, You are my God;
I will exalt You, I will praise and give thanks to Your name;
For You have done miraculous things,
Plans formed long, long ago, [fulfilled] with perfect faithfulness.
2For You have made a city into a heap [of trash],
A fortified city into a ruin;
A palace of #Or strangers.foreigners is no longer a city,
It will never be rebuilt.
3Therefore a strong people will honor You;
Cities of terrible and violent nations will fear You.
4For You have been a stronghold for the helpless,
A stronghold for the poor in his distress,
A shelter from the storm, a shade from the heat;
For the breath of tyrants
Is like a rainstorm against a wall.
5Like heat in a dry land, You will subdue the noise of foreigners [rejoicing over their enemies];
Like heat in the shadow of a cloud, the song of the tyrants is #Lit humbled.silenced.
6On this mountain [Zion] the Lord of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples [to welcome His reign on earth],
A banquet of aged wines—choice pieces [flavored] with marrow,
Of refined, aged wines.
7And on this mountain He will destroy the covering that is [cast] over all peoples,
And the veil [of death] that is woven and spread over all the nations.
8He will swallow up death [and abolish it] for all time.
And the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces,
And He will take away the disgrace of His people from all the earth;
For the Lord has spoken.
9It will be said in that day,
“Indeed, this is our God for whom we have waited that He would save us.
This is the Lord for whom we have waited;
Let us shout for joy and rejoice in His salvation.”
10For the hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain [Zion],
And Moab will be trampled down in his place
As straw is trampled down in the [filthy] water of a manure pile.
11And Moab will spread out his hands in the middle of the filth
As a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim,
But the Lord will humiliate his pride in spite of the [skillful] movements of his hands.
12The high fortifications of your walls He will bring down,
Lay low, and cast to the ground, to the dust.
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Isaiah 25
25
XXV
1O Jehovah, thou art my God:
I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;
For thou hast done wonderful things,
The counsels of old time with faithfulness and truth
2For thou hast made the city an heap;
The fortified town a ruin:
The palace of strangers to be no city;
It shall never be built again.
3Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee,
The city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.
4For thou hast been a defence to the poor,
A defence to the needy in his distress;
A refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat,
When the rage of the terrible ones was like a storm against the walk
5As heat in a dry land, so shalt thou bring down the tumult of the strangers;
As heat by the shadow of a cloud, so shall be brought low the triumphant song of the terrible ones.
6And in this mountain shall Jehovah of hosts make unto all the people
A feast of fat things, a feast of wine on the lees:
Of fat things full of marrow, of wine on the lees well refined.
7And He shall destroy in this mountain
The face of the covering which covereth all the people;
And the veil which is spread over all the nations.
8He shall utterly destroy death for ever,
And the Lord Jehovah shall wipe away the tear from off all faces;
And the reproach of his people shall he remove from off the whole earth:
For Jehovah hath spoken it.
9And it shall be said in that day: Lo, this is our God;
We have waited for him, and he hath saved us:
This is Jehovah; we have waited for him;
We will rejoice, and be glad, in his salvation.
10For the hand of Jehovah shall rest in this mountain:
And Moab shall be trodden down in his own place,
As straw is trodden down in a dunghill.
11And he shall spread forth his hands in the midst thereof,
As a swimmer spreadeth forth for to swim;
And He shall humble his pride, together with the deceit of his hands.
12And the bulwark of thy lofty walls shall he bring down, lay low,
And bring it to the ground, even to the dust.
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Translated by Rev John Jones (Ioan Tegid).Published at Oxford in 1830, second edition 1842.