The Book of the Prophet Isaiah

O Jehovah, You [are] my God. I will exalt You; I will thank Your name; for You have done a wonderful thing: counsels from afar; faithful faithfulness.

Because You have made a heap from a city, a fortified city into a ruin; a citadel of foreigners not [to be] a city, not to be built, to forever.

For this the mighty people glorify You, the city of the ruthless nations shall fear You.

For You are a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a refuge from storm, a shadow from heat; because the breath of the ruthless [is] like a storm [against] a wall.

You shall lay low the noise of foreigners, like the heat in a dry place, the heat with the shadow of cloud; the shouting of the terrifying ones shall be laid low.

And Jehovah of Hosts shall make a feast of fat things for all the peoples in this mountain; a feast of wine on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, refined wine on the lees.

He will swallow up death in victory! And the Lord Jehovah will wipe away tears from all faces. And He shall reprove the reproach of His people from all the earth; for Jehovah has spoken

And one shall say in that day, Behold, this [is] our God; we have waited for Him, and He will save us. This [is] Jehovah; we have waited for Him; we will be glad and rejoice in His salvation.

For the hand of Jehovah shall rest in this mountain; and Moab shall be trampled under Him, even as straw [is] trampled in the water of a dung pit.

And He shall spread His hands in his midst, as he who swims strokes to swim. And He shall lay low his pride with the skill of His hands.

And [He shall] bow down the fortress of the height of your walls; [He will] lay low, touch to the earth, even to the dust.