A woe to the Ethiopians, who fed Israel with vain hopes, their future
conversion.
18:1. Woe to the land, the winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of
Ethiopia,
18:2. That 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 underfoot, whose land the rivers have spoiled.
Angels... Or messengers.
18:3. All 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.
18:4. For 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.
18:5. For 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.
18:6. And 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.
18:7. At 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.