Isaiah 18
1Woe to the land of the rustling of wings, which is along the rivers of Cush; 1
2who send ambassadors by the sea, in vessels of papyrus on the waters. 1 Go, you swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, 1 to a people feared far and near, a nation strong and trampling down, whose land the rivers divide. 1
3All you inhabitants of the world and you who live on the earth, 1 when a signal is lifted up on the mountains, look; and when the trumpet is blown, listen. 1
4This is what Yahweh said to me, “I will quietly observe from my home, 1 like the simmering heat in sunshine, like a cloud of mist in the heat of harvest. 1
5Before the harvest, when the blossoming is over, and the flower is ripening into a grape, 1 he will cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and he will cut down and take away the spreading branches. 1
6They will be left together for the birds of the mountains and for the animals of the earth. 1 The birds will summer on them, and all the animals of the earth will winter on them.” 1
7At that time tribute will be brought to Yahweh of hosts from a people tall and smooth, 1 from a people feared far and near, a nation strong and trampling down, whose land the rivers divide, 1 to the place of the name of Yahweh of hosts, to Mount Zion.