1 Woe, land of whirring wings

Which lies beyond the rivers of *Cush,

2 Which sends messengers by the sea,

Even in papyrus vessels on the surface of the waters.

Go, swift messengers, to a nation *tall and smooth,

To a people feared *far and wide,

A powerful and oppressive nation

Whose land the rivers divide.

3 All you who inhabit the world, and live on earth,

As soon as a flag is raised on the mountains, you will see it,

And as soon as the trumpet is blown, you will hear it.

4 For this is what the Lord has told me:

"I will quietly look *from My dwelling place

Like dazzling heat in the *sunshine,

Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest."

5 For before the harvest, as soon as the bud *blossoms

And the flower becomes a ripening grape,

He will cut off the shoots with pruning knives,

And remove and tear away the spreading branches.

6 They will be left together for mountain birds of prey,

And for the animals of the earth;

And the birds of prey will spend the summer feeding on them,

And all the animals of the earth will spend harvest time on them.

7 At that time a gift of tribute will be brought to the Lord of armies

*From a people *tall and smooth,

From a people feared *far and wide,

A powerful and oppressive nation,

Whose land the rivers divide—

To the place of the name of the Lord of armies, to Mount Zion.