Isaiah

¹ O Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago.

² the fortified town a ruin, the foreigners’ stronghold a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.

³ cities of ruthless nations will revere you.

⁴ a refuge for the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like a storm driving against a wall

⁵ You silence the uproar of foreigners; as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is stilled.

⁶ a feast of rich food for all peoples, a banquet of aged wine— the best of meats and the finest of wines.

⁷ the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;

⁸ The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth. The Lord has spoken.

⁹ “Surely this is our God; we trusted in him, and he saved us. This is the Lord, we trusted in him; let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”

¹⁰ but Moab will be trampled under him as straw is trampled down in the manure.

¹¹ as a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim. God will bring down their pride despite the cleverness of their hands.

¹² and lay them low; he will bring them down to the ground, to the very dust.