Isaiah 25 - Revised Standard Version(RSVCI)

1O Lord, thou art my God;

I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name;

for thou hast done wonderful things,

plans formed of old, faithful and sure.

2For thou hast made the city a heap,

the fortified city a ruin;

the palace of aliens is a city no more,

it will never be rebuilt.

3Therefore strong peoples will glorify thee;

cities of ruthless nations will fear thee.

4For thou hast been a stronghold to the poor,

a stronghold to the needy in his distress,

a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat;

for the blast of the ruthless is like a storm against a wall,

5like heat in a dry place.

Thou dost subdue the noise of the aliens;

as heat by the shade of a cloud,

so the song of the ruthless is stilled.

6On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of fat things, a feast of wine on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wine on the lees well refined.

7And he will destroy on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations.

8 of his hands.

12And the high fortifications of his walls he will bring down, lay low, and cast to the ground, even to the dust.