1 Woe to the land of whirring wings [^1] along the rivers of Cush, [^2]
2 which sends envoys by sea in papyrus boats over the water. ¶ Go, swift messengers, ¶ to a people tall and smooth-skinned, ¶ to a people feared far and wide, ¶ an aggressive nation of strange speech, ¶ whose land is divided by rivers.
3 All you people of the world, ¶ you who live on the earth, ¶ when a banner is raised on the mountains, ¶ you will see it, ¶ and when a trumpet sounds, ¶ you will hear it.
4 This is what the LORD says to me: "I will remain quiet and will look on from my dwelling place, ¶ like shimmering heat in the sunshine, ¶ like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest."
5 For, before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, ¶ he will cut off the shoots with pruning knives, ¶ and cut down and take away the spreading branches.
6 They will all be left to the mountain birds of prey and to the wild animals; ¶ the birds will feed on them all summer, ¶ the wild animals all winter.
7 At that time gifts will be brought to the LORD Almighty ¶ from a people tall and smooth-skinned, ¶ from a people feared far and wide, ¶ an aggressive nation of strange speech, ¶ whose land is divided by rivers — ¶ the gifts will be brought to Mount Zion, the place of the Name of the LORD Almighty.