Isa 18
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Ah, the land of the rustling of wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia;
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that sends ambassadors by the sea, even in vessels of papyrus upon the waters, [saying],
Go, you swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth, to a people terrible from their
beginning onward, a nation that metes out and treads down, whose land the rivers divide!
3
All you inhabitants of the world, and you dwellers on the earth, when an ensign is
lifted up on the mountains, see you; and when the trumpet is blown, hear you.
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For thus has YHWH said to me, I will be still, and I will behold in my dwelling-place,
like clear heat in sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.
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For before the harvest, when the blossom is over, and the flower becomes a ripening
grape, he will cut off the sprigs with pruning-hooks, and the spreading branches will
he take away [and] cut down.
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They shall be left together to the ravenous birds of the mountains, and to the beasts
of the earth; and the ravenous birds shall summer upon them, and all the beasts of
the earth shall winter upon them.
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In that time shall a present be brought to YHWH of hosts [from] a people tall and
smooth, even from a people terrible from their beginning onward, a nation that metes
out and treads down, whose land the rivers divide, to the place of the name of YHWH
of hosts, the mount Zion.