1 Doom to the land of winged ships,beyond the rivers of Cush
2 that sends messengers by sea,reed vessels on the water.Go, swift messengers,to a nation tall and clean-shaven,to a people feared near and far,a nation barbaric and oppressive,whose land the rivers divide.
3 All you who inhabit the world,who live on earth,when a signal is raised on the mountains, you will see!When the trumpet blasts, you will hear!
4 The Lord said to me:I will quietly watch from my own place,like the shimmering heat of sunshine,like a cloud’s shade in the harvest heat.
5 Before the harvest, when the bloom is finished, when the blossom is becominga ripening fruit,God will cut the shoots with a pruning knife,and lop off the spreading branches.
6 They will all be left to the mountain birdsand to the beasts of the land.The birds will eat them in summer,all the beasts of the land in winter.
7 At that time, gifts will be brought to the Lord of heavenly forcesfrom a tall and clean-shaven peopleand from a people feared near and far,a nation barbaric and oppressive,whose land the rivers divide,to the place of the name of the Lord of heavenly forces,to Mount Zion.