Isaiah 25

1 O Yahweh! my God, thou art, I will exalt thee, I will praise thy Name, For thou hast done a wonderful thing, —Purposes of long ago Faithfulness in truth.

١ يَارَبُّ، أَنْتَ إِلَهِي أُعَظِّمُكَ. أَحْمَدُ ٱسْمَكَ لِأَنَّكَ صَنَعْتَ عَجَبًا. مَقَاصِدُكَ مُنْذُ ٱلْقَدِيمِ أَمَانَةٌ وَصِدْقٌ.

2 For thou hast made, of a citadel, a mound, of a defenced city, a ruin, —palaces for foreigners to be no city, To times age-abiding, shall it not be built.

٢ لِأَنَّكَ جَعَلْتَ مَدِينَةً رُجْمَةً. قَرْيَةً حَصِينَةً رَدْمًا. قَصْرَ أَعَاجِمَ أَنْ لَا تَكُونَ مَدِينَةً. لَا يُبْنَى إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ.

3 For this cause! shall glorify thee—a strong people, the city of tyrannous nations shall revere thee;

٣ لِذَلِكَ يُكْرِمُكَ شَعْبٌ قَوِيٌّ، وَتَخَافُ مِنْكَ قَرْيَةُ أُمَمٍ عُتَاةٍ.

4 For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, —A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.

٤ لِأَنَّكَ كُنْتَ حِصْنًا لِلْمِسْكِينِ، حِصْنًا لِلْبَائِسِ فِي ضِيقِهِ، مَلْجَأً مِنَ ٱلسَّيْلِ، ظِلًّا مِنَ ٱلْحَرِّ، إِذْ كَانَتْ نَفْخَةُ ٱلْعُتَاةِ كَسَيْلٍ عَلَى حَائِطٍ.

5 As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, —Heat—with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.

٥ كَحَرٍّ فِي يَبَسٍ تَخْفِضُ ضَجِيجَ ٱلْأَعَاجِمِ. كَحَرٍّ بِظِلِّ غَيْمٍ يُذَلُّ غِنَاءُ ٱلْعُتَاةِ.

6 Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, —Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;

٦ وَيَصْنَعُ رَبُّ ٱلْجُنُودِ لِجَمِيعِ ٱلشُّعُوبِ فِي هَذَا ٱلْجَبَلِ وَلِيمَةَ سَمَائِنَ، وَلِيمَةَ خَمْرٍ عَلَى دَرْدِيٍّ، سَمَائِنَ مُمِخَّةٍ، دَرْدِيٍّ مُصَفًّى.

7 And he will swallow up in this mountain, The mask of the veil, the veil that is upon all the peoples, —And the web that is woven over all the nations.

٧ وَيُفْنِي فِي هَذَا ٱلْجَبَلِ وَجْهَ ٱلنِّقَابِ. ٱلنِّقَابِ ٱلَّذِي عَلَى كُلِّ ٱلشُّعُوبِ، وَٱلْغِطَاءَ ٱلْمُغَطَّى بِهِ عَلَى كُلِّ ٱلْأُمَمِ.

8 Having swallowed up death itself victoriously, My Lord, Yahweh, will wipe away, tears from off all faces, —And the reproach of his own people, will he remove from off all the earth, For, Yahweh, hath spoken.

٨ يَبْلَعُ ٱلْمَوْتَ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ، وَيَمْسَحُ ٱلسَّيِّدُ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلدُّمُوعَ عَنْ كُلِّ ٱلْوُجُوهِ، وَيَنْزِعُ عَارَ شَعْبِهِ عَنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَرْضِ، لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ قَدْ تَكَلَّمَ.

9 So shall it be said, in that day, Lo! our God, is this! We waited for him, that he might save us, —This, is Yahweh! We waited for him, Let us exult and rejoice in his salvation.

٩ وَيُقَالُ فِي ذَلِكَ ٱلْيَوْمِ: «هُوَذَا هَذَا إِلَهُنَا. ٱنْتَظَرْنَاهُ فَخَلَّصَنَا. هَذَا هُوَ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱنْتَظَرْنَاهُ. نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِخَلَاصِهِ».

10 For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, —Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;

١٠ لِأَنَّ يَدَ ٱلرَّبِّ تَسْتَقِرُّ عَلَى هَذَا ٱلْجَبَلِ، وَيُدَاسُ مُوآبُ فِي مَكَانِهِ كَمَا يُدَاسُ ٱلتِّبْنُ فِي مَاءِ ٱلْمَزْبَلَةِ.

11 Should he spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, As a swimmer spreadeth forth to swim, Then would be laid low his pride, together with the devices of his hands.

١١ فَيَبْسِطُ يَدَيْهِ فِيهِ كَمَا يَبْسِطُ ٱلسَّابِحُ لِيَسْبَحَ، فَيَضَعُ كِبْرِيَاءَهُ مَعَ مَكَايِدِ يَدَيْهِ.

12 Yea, the lofty stronghold of thy walls, Hath he brought down—Laid low—Levelled to the ground even unto the dust.

١٢ وَصَرْحَ ٱرْتِفَاعِ أَسْوَارِكِ يَخْفِضُهُ، يَضَعُهُ، يُلْصِقُهُ بِٱلْأَرْضِ إِلَى ٱلتُّرَابِ.