Isaiah 25
25
CHAPTER 25
1Lord, thou art my God, I shall enhance thee, and I shall acknowledge to thy name; for thou hast done marvels, thine eld [or old] faithful thoughts. Amen.
2For thou hast set the city into a burial, a strong city into falling, the house of aliens, that it be not a city, and be not builded without end.
3For this thing a strong people shall praise thee, the city of strong folks shall dread thee.
4For thou art made strength to a poor man, strength to a needy man in his tribulation, hope from [the] whirlwind, a shadowing place from heat; for why the spirit of strong men is as a whirlwind hurling the wall.
5As by heat in thirst, thou shalt make meek the noise of aliens; and as by heat under a cloud burning, thou shalt make the scions of strong men to fade.
6And the Lord of hosts shall make in this hill to all peoples the feast of fat things, the feast of vintage of fat things full of marrow, of vintage well-refined.
7And he shall cast down in this hill the face of [the] bond, bound altogether on all peoples, and the web which he weaved on all nations.
8And he shall cast down death [into] without end, and the Lord God shall do away each tear from each face; and he shall do away the shame of his people from each land, for the Lord spake.
9And they shall say in that day, Lo! this is our God; we abided him, and he shall save us; this is the Lord; we suffered him, and we shall make full out joy, and shall be glad in his health.
10For why the hand of the Lord shall rest in this hill, and Moab shall be threshed under him, as chaffs be stamped in a wain.
11And he shall stretch forth his hands under him, as a swimmer stretcheth forth to swim; and he shall make low the glory of him with [the] hurtling down of his hands.
12And the strongholds of thine high walls shall fall down, and shall be made low, and shall be drawn down to the earth, till 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.