1 Ah, land of whirring wingsthat is beyond the rivers of Cush,
2 which sends ambassadors by the sea,in vessels of papyrus on the waters!Go, you swift messengers,to a nation tall and smooth,to a people feared near and far,a nation mighty and conquering,whose land the rivers divide.
3 All you inhabitants of the world,you who dwell on the earth,when a signal is raised on the mountains, look!When a trumpet is blown, hear!
4 For thus the Lord said to me:“I will quietly look from my dwellinglike clear heat in sunshine,like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is over,and the flower becomes a ripening grape,he cuts off the shoots with pruning hooks,and the spreading branches he lops off and clears away.