When the Shadow Lifts: From Suffering to Banquet
Isaiah 25 reveals that over our tears and our tyrants, God has prepared a banquet—and death itself will be swallowed up forever.
O ETERNAL One, You are my God;I will extol You, I will praise Your name.For You planned graciousness of old,Counsels of steadfast faithfulness. For You have turned a city into a stone heap,A walled town into a ruin,The citadel of strangers into rubble, Never to be rebuilt. Therefore a fierce people must honor You,A city of cruel nations must fear You. For You have been a refuge for the pauper,A shelter for the needy person in distress—Shelter from rainstorm, shade from heat.When the fury of tyrants was like a winter rainstorm, The rage of strangers like heat in the desert,You subdued the heat with the shade of clouds,The singing of the tyrants was vanquished. GOD of Hosts will make on this mount For all the peoplesA banquet of rich viands,A banquet of choice wines—Of rich viands seasoned with marrow,Of choice wines well refined. And on this mount will be destroyed the shroudThat is drawn over the faces of all the peoples,And the covering that is spreadOver all the nations: Death will be destroyed forever.My Sovereign GOD will wipe the tears awayFrom all facesAnd will put an end to the reproach of God’s people Over all the earth—For it is GOD who has spoken. In that day they shall say:This is our God;We trusted in the One who delivered us.This is GOD, in whom we trusted;Let us rejoice and exult in God’s deliverance! For GOD’s hand shall descendUpon this mount, And Moab shall be trampled underfootAs straw is threshed to bits at Madmenah. Then [God’s] hands will be spread out in their homeland, As a swimmer’s hands are spread out to swim,And their pride will be humbledAlong with the emblems of their power. Yea, the secure fortification of their wallsWill be laid low and humble—Will be razed to the ground, to the very dust.
Isaiah 25 is a jewel inside Isaiah's larger apocalyptic vision (chs. 24–27). It sings of God as refuge for the poor, destroyer of the proud city, and host of an eschatological feast where the covering of death is finally removed. Our primary text (vv. 1–12) braids together suffering and comfort: tyrants roar like desert heat, but God shades His people with clouds; a city of strangers becomes a ruin, yet on 'this mountain' a feast of marrow-rich viands is spread. The pivot of the chapter—'He will swallow up death forever' (v. 6 in many traditions; rendered here as 'Death will be destroyed forever')—is later quoted by Paul in 1 Corinthians 15:54, anchoring Israel's hope into the church's resurrection confession.