Isaiah

¹ O Yahweh, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will give thanks to Your name; For You have worked wonders, Counsels formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness.

² A fortified town into a ruin; A palace of strangers is a city no more, It will never be rebuilt.

³ Towns of ruthless nations will fear You.

⁴ A strong defense for the needy in his distress, A refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat; For the breath of the ruthless Is like a rain storm against a wall.

⁵ Like heat by the shadow of a cloud, the song of the ruthless is silenced.

⁶ A banquet of aged wine, choice pieces with marrow, And refined, aged wine.

⁷ Even the veil which is stretched over all nations.

⁸ And Lord Yahweh will wipe tears away from all faces, And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth; For Yahweh has spoken.

⁹ “Behold, this is our God in whom we have hoped that He would save us. This is Yahweh in whom we have hoped; Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”

¹⁰ And Moab will be trodden down in his place As straw is trodden down in the water of a manure pile.

¹¹ As a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim, But Yahweh will lay low his lofty pride together with the trickery of his hands.

¹² Lay low, and cast to the ground, even to the dust.