Isaiah

18 ¹Ah, the land whirring with wings, which is beyond the rivers of Cush, ²that sends ambassadors by the sea in vessels of reeds upon the waters. Go, swift messengers, to a nation tall and smooth-skinned, to a people feared far and wide, a mighty and conquering nation, whose land the rivers have divided.[1]

³All inhabitants of the world
and dwellers on the earth,

when an ensign is raised on the mountains, you will see;
when a trumpet is blown, you will hear.

⁴For thus says the LORD to me,

The Lord

“I will be still,
and I will look from My dwelling place,

like shimmering heat in the light
and like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”

Isaiah

⁵For before the harvest,
after the budding and the blossoms become ripening grapes,

He will cut off the shoots with pruning hooks
and cut down and take away the spreading branches.

⁶They will be left together for the mountain birds of prey
and for the wild animals of the earth,

and the birds of prey will summer on them,
and all the wild animals of the earth will winter on them.

⁷At that time a gift will be brought to the LORD of Hosts, from a people tall and smooth-skinned, and from a people feared far and wide,
a mighty and conquering nation, whose land the rivers have divided,

to the place of the name of the LORD of Hosts—
Mount Zion!