Isaiah
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1 O LORD, you are my God, I will extol you and praise your name; For you have fulfilled your wonderful plans of old, faithful and true.
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For you have made the city a heap, the fortified city a ruin; The castle of the insolent is a city no more, nor ever to be rebuilt.
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Therefore a strong people will honor you, fierce nations will fear you.
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For you are a refuge to the poor, a refuge to the needy in distress; Shelter from the rain, shade from the heat. As with the cold rain,
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as with the desert heat, even so you quell the uproar of the wanton.
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2 On this mountain the LORD of hosts will provide for all peoples A feast of rich food and choice wines, juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.
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On this mountain he will destroy the veil that veils all peoples, The web that is woven over all nations;
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he will destroy death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from all faces; The reproach of his people he will remove from the whole earth; for the LORD has spoken.
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On that day it will be said: "Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us! This is the LORD for whom we looked; let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us!"
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3 For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain, but Moab will be trodden down as a straw is trodden down in the mire.
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He will stretch forth his hands in Moab as a swimmer extends his hands to swim; He will bring low their pride as his hands sweep over them.
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The high-walled fortress he will raze, and strike it down level with the earth, with the very dust.