Isaiah 18:1-6 ▼

1 Woe to the land of whirring wings, which is beyond the rivers of Cush,

2 that is sending envoys by sea, and in vessels of papyrus over the face of the waters! Go, swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, to a people feared from that and onward, a nation of strength and trampling, whose land the rivers divide.

3 All you dwellers of the world and dwellers of the earth—at the lifting of a banner in the mountains, you? will see it, and at the blowing of a shofar, you? will hear it.

4 For thus has said YHWH to me: “I will take My rest, and I will look on from My settled place, shimmering like heat upon the light, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”

5 For before the face of the harvest of the bud at the filling and the blossom is a ripening grape, then He will cut off the tendrils with pruning hooks, and the branches He will turn aside and strike off.

6 They will be left behind together for the birds of prey of the mountains and for the beasts of the earth; and the bird of prey will feed in summer on them, and all the beasts of the earth will feed in winter on them.