Isaiah 25

New Catholic Bible

¹ O Lord, you are my God.
    I will exalt you and praise your name,
for you have accomplished wonderful things,
    formulated in ages past, faithful and sure.
² You have made the city a heap of ruins,
    the fortified city a mass of rubble.
The citadel of foreigners is a city no more,
    and it will never be rebuilt.
³ Therefore, mighty peoples will honor you,
    and the cities of ruthless nations
    will regard you with awe.
⁴ For you have been a refuge for the poor,
    a refuge to the needy in their distress,
a shelter from the storm
    and a shade from the heat.
⁵ The blast of the ruthless
    is like a winter storm or a scorching drought,
but you subdue the roar of the foe,
    and the song of the ruthless fades away.
⁶ On this mountain^[a] the Lord of hosts
    will prepare for all peoples
a feast of rich food and vintage wines,
    of succulent foods and well-aged wines.
⁷ On this mountain the Lord will destroy
    the veil that shrouds^[b] all the peoples,
the path spread over all the nations;
⁸     he will destroy death forever.
Then the Lord God will wipe away
    the tears from every face,
and from the entire earth he will remove
    the shame of all his people;
    for the Lord has spoken.
⁹ It will be said on that day,
    “Behold, this is our God;
    in him we place our hope for deliverance.
This is the Lord for whom we have waited;
    let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us.”
¹⁰ For the hand of the Lord will not rest on this mountain,
    but Moab will be trodden under his feet
    as straw is trodden into the dung-heap.
¹¹ The Lord will stretch forth his hands in Moab
    as a swimmer stretches out his hands to swim,
and he will humble their pride
    as his hands sweep over them.
¹² He will overthrow the high fortifications of their walls,
    casting them down to the ground
    and making them level with the dust.