Isaiah 25 · Praise to the Victorious God

1O ETERNAL One, You are my God;I will extol You, I will praise Your name.For You planned graciousness of old,Counsels of steadfast faithfulness.

2For You have turned a city into a stone heap,A walled town into a ruin,The citadel of strangers into rubble, Never to be rebuilt.

3Therefore a fierce people must honor You,A city of cruel nations must fear You.

4For You have been a refuge for the pauper,A shelter for the needy person in distress—Shelter from rainstorm, shade from heat.When the fury of tyrants was like a winter rainstorm,

5The rage of strangers like heat in the desert,You subdued the heat with the shade of clouds,The singing of the tyrants was vanquished.

6GOD of Hosts will make on this mount For all the peoplesA banquet of rich viands,A banquet of choice wines—Of rich viands seasoned with marrow,Of choice wines well refined.

7And on this mount will be destroyed the shroudThat is drawn over the faces of all the peoples,And the covering that is spreadOver all the nations:

8Death will be destroyed forever.My Sovereign GOD will wipe the tears awayFrom all facesAnd will put an end to the reproach of God’s people Over all the earth—For it is GOD who has spoken.

9In that day they shall say:This is our God;We trusted in the One who delivered us.This is GOD, in whom we trusted;Let us rejoice and exult in God’s deliverance!

10For GOD’s hand shall descendUpon this mount, And Moab shall be trampled underfootAs straw is threshed to bits at Madmenah.

11Then [God’s] hands will be spread out in their homeland, As a swimmer’s hands are spread out to swim,And their pride will be humbledAlong with the emblems of their power.

12Yea, the secure fortification of their wallsWill be laid low and humble—Will be razed to the ground, to the very dust.