Chapter 25
Yahweh, you are my God. I will exalt you! I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, things planned long ago, in complete faithfulness and truth.
For you have made a city into a heap, a fortified city into a ruin, a palace of strangers to be no city. It will never be built.
Therefore a strong people will glorify you. A city of awesome nations will fear you.
For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in her distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the dreaded ones is like a storm against the wall.
As the heat in a dry place will you bring down the noise of strangers; as the heat by the shade of a cloud, the song of the dreaded ones will be brought low.
In this mountain, Yahweh of Armies will make all peoples a feast of fat things, a feast of choice wines, of fat things full of marrow, of well refined choice wines.
She will destroy in this mountain the surface of the covering that covers all peoples, and the veil that is spread over all nations.
She has swallowed up death forever! The Domina Yahweh will wipe away tears from off all faces. She will take the reproach of her people away from off all the earth, for Yahweh has spoken it.
It shall be said in that day, "Behold, this is our God! We have waited for her, and she will save us! This is Yahweh! We have waited for her. We will be glad and rejoice in her salvation!"
For in this mountain the hand of Yahweh will rest. Moab will be trodden down in her place, even like straw is trodden down in the water of the dunghill.
She will spread out her hands in its midst, like one who swims spreads out hands to swim, but her pride will be humbled together with the craft of her hands.
She has brought the high fortress of your walls down, laid low, and brought to the ground, even to the dust.