1 Ah, the land of the rustling of wings, which is beyond the rivers
of Ethiopia; 2 that sends ambassadors by the sea, even in vessels of
papyrus on the waters, saying, Go, you swift messengers, to a
nation tall and smooth, to a people awesome from their beginning onward, a
nation that measures out and treads down, whose land the rivers divide!
3 All you inhabitants of the world, and you dwellers on the
earth, when an ensign is lifted up on the mountains, look; and when the
trumpet is blown, listen. 4 For thus has Yahweh said to me, I will be
still, and I will see in my dwelling-place, like clear heat in sunshine, like
a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest. 5 For before the harvest, when the
blossom is over, and the flower becomes a ripening grape, he will cut off the
sprigs with pruning-hooks, and the spreading branches will he take away
and cut down. 6 They shall be left together to the ravenous birds
of the mountains, and to the animals of the earth; and the ravenous birds
shall summer on them, and all the animals of the earth shall winter on them.
7 In that time shall a present be brought to Yahweh of Hosts from
a people tall and smooth, even from a people awesome from their beginning
onward, a nation that measures out and treads down, whose land the rivers
divide, to the place of the name of Yahweh of Hosts, Mount Zion.
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