Isaiah 25
25
1O Jehovah, my God [art] Thou, I exalt Thee, I confess Thy name, For Thou hast done a wonderful thing, Counsels of old, stedfastness, O stedfast One.
2For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from [being] a city, To the age it is not built.
3Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.
4For Thou hast been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible [is] as a storm — a wall.
5As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.
6And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.
7And swallowed up hath He in this mountain The face of the wrapping that is wrapped over all the peoples, And of the covering that is spread over all the nations.
8He hath swallowed up death in victory, And wiped hath the Lord Jehovah, The tear from off all faces, And the reproach of His people He turneth aside from off all the earth, For Jehovah hath spoken.
9And [one] hath said in that day, ‘Lo, this [is] our God, We waited for Him, and He saveth us, This [is] Jehovah, we have waited for Him, We joy and rejoice in His salvation.’
10For rest doth the hand of Jehovah on this mountain, And trodden down is Moab under Him, As trodden down is straw on a dunghill.
11And he spread out his hands in its midst, As spread out doth the swimmer to swim; And He hath humbled his excellency With the machinations of his hands.
12And the fortress of the high place of thy walls He hath bowed down — He hath made low, He hath caused [it] to come to the earth, — unto 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.