18 Woe, land of whirring wings
Which lies beyond the rivers of ^[a]Cush,
² Which sends messengers by the sea,
Even in papyrus vessels on the surface of the waters.
Go, swift messengers, to a nation ^[b]tall and smooth,
To a people feared ^[c]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.

“I will quietly look ^[d]from My dwelling place
Like dazzling heat in the ^[e]sunshine,
Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
⁵ For before the harvest, as soon as the bud ^[f]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
^[g]From a people ^[h]tall and smooth,
From a people feared ^[i]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.