Song of Praise For God’s Favor
1 O Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will praise and give thanks to Your name; for You have done miraculous things, plans formed long, long ago, [fulfilled] with perfect faithfulness.
2 For You have made a city into a heap [of trash], a fortified city into a ruin; a palace of foreigners is no longer a city, it will never be rebuilt.
3 Therefore a strong people will honor You; cities of terrible and violent nations will fear You.
4 For You have been a stronghold for the helpless, a stronghold for the poor in his distress, a shelter from the storm, a shade from the heat; for the breath of tyrants is like a rainstorm against a wall.
5 Like heat in a dry land, You will subdue the noise of foreigners [rejoicing over their enemies]; like heat in the shadow of a cloud, the song of the tyrants is silenced.
6 On this mountain [Zion] the Lord of hosts will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples [to welcome His reign on earth], a banquet of aged wines—choice pieces [flavored] with marrow, of refined, aged wines.
7 And on this mountain He will destroy the covering that is [cast] over all peoples, and the veil [of death] that is woven and spread over all the nations.
8 He will swallow up death [and abolish it] for all time. And the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and He will take away the disgrace of His people from all the earth; for the Lord has spoken.
9 It will be said in that day, “Indeed, this is our God for whom we have waited that He would save us. This is the Lord for whom we have waited; let us shout for joy and rejoice in His salvation.”
10 For the hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain [Zion], and Moab will be trampled down in his place as straw is trampled down in the [filthy] water of a manure pile.
11 And Moab will spread out his hands in the middle of the filth as a swimmer spreads out his handsto swim, but the Lord will humiliate his pride in spite of the [skillful] movements of his hands.
12 The high fortifications of your walls He will bring down, lay low, and cast to the ground, to the dust.Isaiah 25:1-12 (AMP)
- Isaiah 25:2 Or strangers.
- Isaiah 25:5 Lit humbled.