Isaiah 25

MLV(i) 1 O Jehovah, you are my God. I will exalt you. I will praise your name. For you have done wonderful things, even counsels of old, in faithfulness and truth. 2 For you have made of a city a heap, of a fortified city a ruin, a palace of strangers to be no city. It will not be built everlasting.
3 Therefore a strong people will glorify you, a city of oppressive nations will fear you. 4 For you have been a stronghold to a poor man, a stronghold to a needy man in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the oppressors is as a storm against the wall. 5 As the heat in a dry place you will bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat by the shade of a cloud, the song of the oppressors will be brought low.
6 And in this mountain Jehovah of hosts will make to all peoples a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the dregs, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the dregs well refined. 7 And he will destroy on this mountain the face of the covering that covers all peoples and the veil that is spread over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death in victory and the lord Jehovah will wipe away tears from all faces. And he will take away the reproach of his people from all the earth. For Jehovah has spoken it.
9 And it will be said in that day, Behold, this is our God. We have waited for him and he will save us. This is Jehovah. We have waited for him. We will be glad and rejoice in his salvation. 10 For the hand of Jehovah will rest on this mountain.
And Moab will be trodden down in his place, even as straw is trodden down in the water of the dunghill. 11 And he will spread forth his hands in the midst of it as he who swims spreads forth his hands to swim. But Jehovah will humble his pride together with the craft of his hands. 12 And the high fortress of your walls he has brought down, laid low and brought to the ground, even to the dust.