Isaiah Chapter 18 |
land in the deep shadow of wings,
Beyond the rivers of Nubia!
2Go, swift messengers,
To a nation far and remote,
To a people thrust forth and away—
A nation of gibber and chatter—
Whose land is cut off by streams;
Which sends out envoys by sea,
In papyrus vessels upon the water!
“All you who live in the world
And inhabit the earth,
When a flag is raised in the hills, take note!
When a ram’s horn is blown, give heed!”
4For thus the Lord said to me:
“I rest calm and confident in My habitation—
Like a scorching heat upon sprouts,
Like a rain-cloud in the heat of reaping time.”
5For before the harvest, yet after the budding,
When the blossom has hardened into berries,
He will trim away the twigs with pruning hooks,
And lop off the trailing branches.
6They shall all be left
To the kites of the hills
And to the beasts of the earth;
The kites shall summer on them
And all the beasts of the earth shall winter on them.
7In that time,
Tribute shall be brought to the Lord of Hosts
[From] a people far and remote,
From a people thrust forth and away—
A nation of gibber and chatter,
Whose land is cut off by streams—
At the place where the name of the Lord of Hosts abides,
At Mount Zion.ar