Isaie 25

¹O Lord thou art my God. I will exalt thee, and confess to thy name: because thou hast done marvelous things, the old cogitations faithful, Amen.

²Because thou hast brought the city into a heap, the strong city into ruin, the house of strangers: that it be no city, & that it be not built for ever.

³For this shall strong people praise thee, the city of strong nations shall fear thee.

⁴Because thou art become a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his tribulation: an hope against the whirlwind, a shadow against the heat. For the spirit of the strong is as a whirlwind beating against a wall.

⁵As heat in thirst, shalt thou humble the tumult of strangers: and as with heat under a burning cloud thou shalt make the branch of the strong to wither.

⁶And the Lord of hosts shall make to all peoples in this mount, a feast of fat things, a feast of vintage, of fat things full of marrow, of vintage purified from the dregs.

⁷And he shall in this mount throw down headlong the face of the bond, tied together upon all peoples, and the web that he hath begun upon all nations.

⁸He shall cast death down headlong for ever: and our Lord God shall take away tear from all face, and the reproach of his people he shall take away out of the whole earth: because our Lord hath spoken it.

⁹And he shall say in that day: Lo this is our God, we have expected him, and he will save us: this is our Lord, we have patiently waited for him, we shall rejoice and be joyful in his salvation.

¹⁰Because the hand of our Lord shall rest in this mount: and Moab shall be threshed under him, as straw is broken with the wain.

¹¹And he shall stretch forth his hands under him, as he that swimmeth stretcheth forth to swim: and he shall humble his glory with dashing of his hands.

¹²And the munitions of thy high walls shall fall, and be humbled, & shall be plucked down to the ground even to the dust.