King James VersionIsaiah18

Isaiah

1 Woe to the land shad­ow­ing with wings, which is be­yond the rivers of Ethiopia: 2 That sendeth am­bas­sadors by the sea, even in ves­sels of bul­rush­es upon the wa­ters, saying, Go, ye swift mes­sen­gers, to a na­tion scat­tered and peeled, to a peo­ple ter­ri­ble from their be­gin­ning hith­er­to; a na­tion met­ed out and trod­den down, whose land the rivers have spoiled! 3 All ye in­hab­i­tants of the world, and dwellers on the earth, see ye, when he lifteth up an en­sign on the moun­tains; and when he bloweth a trum­pet, hear ye. 4 For so the LORD said unto me, I will take my rest, and I will con­sid­er in my dwelling place like a clear heat upon herbs, and like a cloud of dew in the heat of har­vest. 5 For afore the har­vest, when the bud is per­fect, and the sour grape is ripen­ing in the flow­er, he shall both cut off the sprigs with prun­ing hooks, and take away and cut down the branch­es. 6 They shall be left to­geth­er unto the fowls of the moun­tains, and to the beasts of the earth: and the fowls shall sum­mer upon them, and all the beasts of the earth shall win­ter upon them. 7 In that time shall the pre­sent be brought unto the LORD of hosts of a peo­ple scat­tered and peeled, and from a peo­ple ter­ri­ble from their be­gin­ning hith­er­to; a na­tion met­ed out and trod­den un­der foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the LORD of hosts, the mount Zion.