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.
Isaiah 25
25
God’s Hand Rests on This Mountain
1-5 God, you are my God.
I celebrate you. I praise you.
You’ve done your share of miracle-wonders,
well-thought-out plans, solid and sure.
Here you’ve reduced the city to rubble,
the strong city to a pile of stones.
The enemy Big City is a non-city,
never to be a city again.
Superpowers will see it and honor you,
brutal oppressors bow in worshipful reverence.
They’ll see that you take care of the poor,
that you take care of poor people in trouble,
Provide a warm, dry place in bad weather,
provide a cool place when it’s hot.
Brutal oppressors are like a winter blizzard
and vicious foreigners like high noon in the desert.
But you, shelter from the storm and shade from the sun,
shut the mouths of the big-mouthed bullies.
6-8But here on this mountain, God-of-the-Angel-Armies
will throw a feast for all the people of the world,
A feast of the finest foods, a feast with vintage wines,
a feast of seven courses, a feast lavish with gourmet desserts.
And here on this mountain, God will banish
the pall of doom hanging over all peoples,
The shadow of doom darkening all nations.
Yes, he’ll banish death forever.
And God will wipe the tears from every face.
He’ll remove every sign of disgrace
From his people, wherever they are.
Yes! God says so!
9-10a Also at that time, people will say,
“Look at what’s happened! This is our God!
We waited for him and he showed up and saved us!
This God, the one we waited for!
Let’s celebrate, sing the joys of his salvation.
God’s hand rests on this mountain!”
10b-12 As for the Moabites, they’ll be treated like trash,
waste shoveled into a cesspool.
Thrash away as they will,
like swimmers trying to stay afloat,
They’ll sink in the sewage.
Their pride will pull them under.
Their famous fortifications will crumble to nothing,
those mighty walls reduced to dust.
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