 1 Woe to the land of whirring of wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, 2 which sends ambassadors by the sea, even in ships of papyrus on the waters, saying, Go, swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, to a terrifying people from it and onwards. A mighty nation and trampling down, whose land the rivers have divided. 3 All people of the world and inhabitants on the earth, you will see as one lifts up a banner on the peaks. And you will hear as the blowing of a trumpet. 4 For so the Lord said to me, I will take my rest, and I will look on in my dwelling place, like a clear heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest. 5 For before the harvest, when the bud is perfect, and the sour grape is ripening in the flower, then He will cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and take away and cut down the branches. 6 They shall be left together to the birds of the mountains, and to the beasts of the earth. And the birds shall summer on them, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter on them. 7 In that time shall be brought to the Lord of hosts the present from a terrifying, a tall and smooth people, from it and onward. A mighty and trampling nation whose land the rivers have divided, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, Mount Zion.
|