Isaiah 18
1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, beyond the rivers of Cush!
2 It sends messengers by sea, in papyrus boats over the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a nation of tall, smooth-skinned people, to a people feared near and far, a nation that measures out and tramples down, whose land the rivers divide.
3 All you who live in the world, inhabitants of the earth: when a banner is raised on the mountains, look; when a trumpet sounds, listen.
4 For this is what the LORD said to me: “I will remain still and watch from my place, like clear heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is finished and the unripe fruit is ripening, he will cut off the branches with pruning hooks and remove and cast away the spreading shoots.
6 They will all be left to the birds of prey in the mountains and to the beasts of the earth. The birds will spend the summer over them, and all the beasts of the earth will spend the winter there.”
7 At that time, a gift will be brought to the LORD of Hosts: a people of tall, smooth-skinned people, a people feared near and far, a nation that measures out and tramples down, whose land the rivers divide. It will be brought to the place of the name of the LORD of Hosts, Mount Zion.
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