1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia,
2 which sends ambassadors by sea, even in vessels of reed on the waters, saying, Go,
swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, to a people to be feared until now and
onward; a mighty nation, treading underfoot; whose land the rivers have divided!
3 All you inhabitants of the world and you dwelling on the earth, you see when he lifts up a banner on the mountains. And you hear when he blows the shofar.
4 For thus Jehovah said to me, I will take My rest, and I will look on from My dwelling
place, like radiant 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
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 the present shall be brought to Jehovah of Hosts from a nation tall and
smooth, from a people to be feared until now and onward; a mighty nation, treading
underfoot; whose land the rivers have divided; to the place of the name of Jehovah of
Hosts, Mount Zion.