Isaiah

¹ I celebrate you. I praise you. You've done your share of miracle-wonders, well-thought-out plans, solid and sure.

² the strong city to a pile of stones. The enemy Big City is a non-city, never to be a city again.

³ brutal oppressors bow in worshipful reverence.

⁴ that you take care of poor people in trouble, Provide a warm, dry place in bad weather, provide a cool place when it's hot. Brutal oppressors are like a winter blizzard

⁵ But you, shelter from the storm and shade from the sun, shut the mouths of the big-mouthed bullies.

⁶ will throw a feast for all the people of the world, A feast of the finest foods, a feast with vintage wines, a feast of seven courses, a feast lavish with gourmet desserts.

⁷ the pall of doom hanging over all peoples, The shadow of doom darkening all nations.

⁸ And God will wipe the tears from every face. He'll remove every sign of disgrace From his people, wherever they are. Yes! God says so!

⁹ "Look at what's happened! This is our God! We waited for him and he showed up and saved us! This God, the one we waited for! Let's celebrate, sing the joys of his salvation.

¹⁰ As for the Moabites, they'll be treated like refuse, waste shoveled into a cesspool.

¹¹ like swimmers trying to stay afloat, They'll sink in the sewage. Their pride will pull them under.

¹² those mighty walls reduced to dust.