1 Woe to the land of whirring wings
1 beyond the rivers of Cush,
2 which sends ambassadors by sea
2 in papyrus boats over the waters!
2 Go, swift messengers,
2 to a people tall and bronzed,
2 to a nation feared far and wide,
2 a nation conquering and strong,
2 whose land the rivers divide.
3 All you inhabitants of the world,
3 all you who dwell on earth,
3 when a banner on the mountain is raised, look!
3 When a horn on the hill is sounded, listen!
4 For thus Yahweh spoke to me:
4 “From where I dwell, I gaze untroubled,
4 like heat shimmering in the sunshine,
4 like a dewy mist in the heat of harvest.”
5 For before the vintage,
5 when the flowers fall,
5 and the blooms become ripened grapes,
5 I will cut shoots and prune
5 and hew away spreading branches.
6 They will be left to the birds of prey
6 and to the beasts of the earth.
6 The birds will feed on them all summer,
6 and the beasts all winter.
7 At that time the tall, bronzed peo ple from a country traversed by rivers – a conquering and strong nation feared far and wide – will bring offer ings to Yahweh Sabaoth, to Mount Zion. For this is the place where the name of Yahweh dwells.