Isaiah 25

1O LORD, thou my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful counsels of old faithfulness truth.

2For thou hast made of a city an heap; a defenced city a ruin: a palace of strangers to be no city; it shall never be built.

3Therefore shall the strong people glorify thee, the city of the terrible nations shall fear thee.

4For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones as a storm the wall.

5Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.