Isaiah 25:1-8

1O Lord, you are my God. I will highly honor you; I will praise your name. You have done miraculous things. You have been completely reliable in carrying out your plans from long ago.

2You have turned cities into ruins, fortified cities into piles of rubble, and foreigners’ palaces into cities that will never be rebuilt.

3That is why strong people will honor you, and cities ruled by the world’s tyrants will fear you.

4You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the rain, and shade from the heat. (A tyrant’s breath is like a rainstorm against a wall,

5like heat in a dry land.) You calm the uproar of foreigners. The song of tyrants is silenced like heat that is ⌞reduced⌟ by the shadow of a cloud.

6On this mountain the Lord of Armies will prepare for all people a feast with the best foods, a banquet with aged wines, with the best foods and the finest wines.

7On this mountain he will remove the veil of grief covering all people and the mask covering all nations.

8He will swallow up death forever. The Almighty Lord will wipe away tears from every face, and he will remove the disgrace of his people from the whole earth. The Lord has spoken.