Woe, land of whirring wings, which is beyond the rivers of Kush.

Go, swift messengers, to a nation stretched out and peeled, to a people feared from the beginning and onward, a nation of line upon line and of treading down, whose land the rivers have plundered.

All inhabitants of the world and dwellers of the earth, when a banner is lifted on the mountains, you will see, and when a horn is blown, you will hear.

For יהוה said to me, 'I will be quiet and watch in my dwelling place, like the heat of clear light, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.'

For before the harvest, when the blossom is finished, and the grape is ripening, he will cut off the tendrils with pruning hooks, and he will remove and cut away the branches.

They will be left together for the mountain birds and for the beasts of the earth, and the birds of prey will summer on them, and all the beasts of the earth will winter on them.

At that time a gift will be brought to יהוה of hosts, from a nation stretched out and peeled, and from a people feared from the beginning and onward, a nation of line upon line and of treading down, whose land the rivers have plundered, to the place of the name of יהוה of hosts, Mount Tsiyon.