Isaiah 25
PreviewRead this chapter in modern language
Our AI rewrites the passage in plain modern English while preserving the original meaning. Counts toward your daily message limit.
1O Jehovah, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things, even counsels of old, in faithfulness and truth.
2For thou hast made of a city a heap, of a fortified city a ruin, a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.
3Therefore shall a strong people glorify thee; a city of terrible nations shall fear thee.
4For thou hast been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.
5As the heat in a dry place wilt thou bring down the noise of strangers; as the heat by the shade of a cloud, the song of the terrible ones shall be brought low.
+7 verses
Continue reading Isaiah 25
Sign in (it's free) to read the full chapter with verse search, dark mode, AI paraphrase and saved progress across devices.
American Standard Version (1901) is in the public domain. Text bundled with PentecostalGPT.