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          DASV: Isaiah 25    

1 O LORD, you are my God;
     I will exalt you,
     I will praise your name;
      for you have done wonderful things,
     plans shaped of old in absolute faithfulness.
2 For you have made a city a heap,
     a fortified town a ruin,
      a fortress for strangers is no longer a city;
     it will never be rebuilt.
3 Therefore strong peoples will respect you;
     a city of ruthless nations will fear you.
4 For you have been a refuge for the poor,
     a stronghold to the needy in their distress,
      a shelter from the storm,
     a shade from the heat.
     For the breath of the ruthless is
          like a storm battering against the wall,
5 like heat in a parched place.
     You will silence the uproar of foreigners;
           like the heat subsiding from the shade of clouds,
     the song of the ruthless will be silenced.
6 In this mountain the LORD of hosts will
     make a lavish banquet for all peoples,
      a feast of well aged wines and choice meats,
     of the finest wines well strained.
7 He will swallow up on this mountain
     the shroud that covers all peoples,
     and the veil that is spread over all nations.
8 He will swallow up death forever;
     and the sovereign LORD will wipe away tears
           from off all faces;
      the disgrace of his people,
     he will take away from all the earth,
           for the LORD has spoken it.

9 It will be said in that day,
     "Look, here is our God;
           we have waited for him,
                and he will save us.
           This is the LORD;
      we have waited for him,
           let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation."
10 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain;
     Moab will be trampled down in his place,
     just like straw is trampled down in the water of a manure pit.
11 Moab will spread out its hands in the midst of it,
     like one who swims spreads out his hands to swim;
      but the LORD will lay low their pride together
     with the spreading out of their hands.
12 Your impregnable walled fortress he will bring down,
     laid low, torn down to the dusty ground.

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