18:1 Ah,
land
of
whirring
wings
that
is
beyond
the
rivers
of
Cush,
18:2 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.
18:3 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!
18:4 For
thus
the
LORD
said
to
me:
"I
will
quietly
look
from
my
dwelling
like
clear
heat
in
sunshine,
like
a
cloud
of
dew
in
the
heat
of
harvest."
18:5 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.
18:6 They
shall
all
of
them
be
left
to
the
birds
of
prey
of
the
mountains
and
to
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.
18:7 At
that
time
tribute
will
be
brought
to
the
LORD
of
hosts
from
a
people
tall
and
smooth,
from
a
people
feared
near
and
far,
a
nation
mighty
and
conquering,
whose
land
the
rivers
divide,
to
Mount
Zion,
the
place
of
the
name
of
the
LORD
of
hosts.