1Woe to the land, the winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia,
2That sendeth ambassadors by the sea, and in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters. Go, ye swift angels, to a nation rent and
torn in pieces: to a terrible people, after which there is no other: to a nation expecting and trodden under foot, whose land
the rivers have spoiled.
3All ye inhabitants of the world, who dwell on the earth, when the sign shall be lifted up on the mountains, you shall see,
and you shall hear the sound of the trumpet.
4For thus saith the Lord to me: I will take my rest, and consider in my place, as the noon light is clear, and as a cloud of
dew in the day of harvest.
5For before the harvest it was all flourishing, and it shall bud without perfect ripeness, and the sprigs thereof shall be
cut off with pruning hooks: and what is left shall be cut away and shaken out.
6And they shall be left together to the birds of the mountains, and the beasts of the earth: and the fowls shall be upon them
all the summer, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.
7At that time shall a present be brought to the Lord of hosts, from a people rent and torn in pieces: from a terrible people,
after which there hath been no other: from a nation expecting, expecting and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have
spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, to mount Sion.