1Alas, oh land of whirring wings
            Which lies beyond the rivers of Cush,

     2Which sends envoys 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.

     3All you inhabitants of the world and dwellers on earth,
            As soon as a standard is raised on the mountains, you will see it,
            And as soon as the trumpet is blown, you will hear it.

     4For thus the LORD has told me,
            “I will look from My dwelling place quietly
            Like dazzling heat in the sunshine,
            Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”

     5For before 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.

     6They will be left together for mountain birds of 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.

     7At that time a gift of homage will be brought to the LORD of hosts
            From a people tall and smooth,
            Even 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 hosts, even Mount Zion.