Isaiah 25:1–8

*O Lord, thou art my God;

aI will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;

For cthou hast done cdwonderful things;

Thy counsels eof old are faithfulness and truth.

2  For thou hast made fof a city an heap;

Of fa defenced city ga ruin:

hA palace of strangers ito be no city;

It shall never be built.

3  Therefore shall the strong people jglorify thee,

kThe city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.

4  For thou hast been la strength to the poor,

A strength to the needy in his distress,

mA refuge from the storm, mna shadow from the heat,

When the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

5  Thou shalt bring down othe noise of strangers,

As the heat in pa dry place;

Even the heat qwith the shadow of a cloud:

rThe branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.

6  And in sthis mountain shall tthe Lord of hosts make uunto all people

tA feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees,

Of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.

7  And he will †destroy in sthis mountain

The face of the covering †cast tover all people,

And uthe vail that is spread tover all nations.

8  vHe will swallow up death in wvictory;

And xthe Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces;

And the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth:

yFor the Lord hath spoken it.