Alas, oh land of whirring wings Which lies beyond the rivers of aCush,
Which sends envoys by the sea, Even in apapyrus vessels on the surface of the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a nation btall and smooth, To a people cfeared far and wide, A powerful and oppressive nation Whose land the rivers divide.
aAll you inhabitants of the world and dwellers on earth, As soon as a standard is raised on the mountains, byou will see it, And as soon as the trumpet is blown, you will hear it.
For thus the Lord has told me, "I will look from My adwelling place quietly Like dazzling heat in the bsunshine, Like a cloud of cdew in the heat of harvest."
For abefore the harvest, as soon as the bud blossoms And the flower becomes a ripening grape, Then He will cut off the sprigs with pruning knives And remove and cut away the spreading branches.
They will be left together for mountain birds aof prey, And for the beasts of the earth; And the birds of prey will spend the summer feeding on them, And all the beasts of the earth will spend harvest time on them.
At that time a gift of homage will be brought to the Lord of hosts From a apeople tall and smooth, Even from a people feared far and wide, A powerful and oppressive nation, Whose land the rivers divide-- To the bplace of the name of the Lord of hosts, even Mount Zion.