CHAPTER 25
O LORD,
You
are my God.
I will exalt You;
I will praise
Your name.
For
You have worked
wonders—
plans
formed long ago
in perfect faithfulness.
Indeed,
You have turned
the city
into a heap of rubble,
a fortified
town
into ruins;
the fortress
of strangers
is a city no more;
it will never
be rebuilt.
For
You have been
a refuge
for the poor,
a stronghold
for the needy
in distress,
a refuge
from the storm,
a shade
from the heat.
For
the breath
of the ruthless
is like rain
against a wall,
like heat
in a dry land.
You subdue
the uproar
of foreigners.
As the shade
of a cloud
cools the heat of the day,
so the song
of the ruthless
is silenced.
On this
mountain
the LORD
of Hosts
will prepare
a banquet
for all
the peoples,
a feast
of aged wine,
of choice meat,
of finely
aged wine.
On this
mountain
He will swallow up
the shroud
that enfolds
all
the peoples,
the sheet
that covers
all
the nations;
He will swallow up
death forever.
The Lord
GOD
will wipe away
the tears
from
every
face
and remove
the disgrace
of His people
from
the whole
earth.
For
the LORD
has spoken.
And in that
day
it will be said,
“Surely
this
is our God;
we have waited for Him,
and He has saved us.
This
is the LORD
for whom we have waited.
Let us rejoice
and be glad
in His salvation.”
For
the hand
of the LORD
will rest
on this
mountain.
But Moab
will be trampled
in his place
as straw
is trodden
into the dung pile.
He will spread out
his hands
within it,
as
a swimmer
spreads his hands
to swim.
His pride
will be brought low,
despite
the cleverness
of his hands.