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1  The land of buzzing wings is as good as dead, 
the one beyond the rivers of Cush, 
2  that sends messengers by sea, 
who glide over the water’s surface in boats made of papyrus. 
Go, you swift messengers, 
to a nation of tall, smooth-skinned people,  
to a people that are feared far and wide, 
to a nation strong and victorious, 
whose land rivers divide. 
3  All you who live in the world, 
who reside on the earth, 
you will see a signal flag raised on the mountains; 
you will hear a trumpet being blown. 
4  For this is what the Lord has told me: 
“I will wait and watch from my place, 
like scorching heat produced by the sunlight, 
like a cloud of mist in the heat of harvest.” 
5  For before the harvest, when the bud has sprouted, 
and the ripening fruit appears, 
he will cut off the unproductive shoots with pruning knives; 
he will prune the tendrils. 
6  They will all be left for the birds of the hills 
and the wild animals; 
the birds will eat them during the summer, 
and all the wild animals will eat them during the winter. 
7  At that time 
tribute will be brought to the Lord who commands armies, 
by a people that are tall and smooth-skinned, 
a people that are feared far and wide, 
a nation strong and victorious, 
whose land rivers divide. 
The tribute will be brought to the place where the Lord who commands armies has chosen to reside, on Mount Zion.