33 lines
1.3 KiB
Markdown
33 lines
1.3 KiB
Markdown
# Chapter 18
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1 Ah, land of whirring wings
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that is beyond the rivers of Cush,
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2 which sends ambassadors by the sea,
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in vessels of papyrus on the waters!
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Go, you swift messengers,
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to a nation tall and smooth,
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to a people feared near and far,
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a nation mighty and conquering,
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whose land the rivers divide.
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3 All you inhabitants of the world,
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you who dwell on the earth,
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when a signal is raised on the mountains, look!
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When a trumpet is blown, hear!
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4 For thus the Lord said to me:
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“I will quietly look from my dwelling
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like clear heat in sunshine,
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like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
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5 For before the harvest, when the blossom is over,
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and the flower becomes a ripening grape,
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he cuts off the shoots with pruning hooks,
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and the spreading branches he lops off and clears away.
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6 They shall all of them be left
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to the birds of prey of the mountains
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and to the beasts of the earth.
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And the birds of prey will summer on them,
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and all the beasts of the earth will winter on them.
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7 At that time tribute will be brought to the Lord of hosts
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from a people tall and smooth,
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from a people feared near and far,
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a nation mighty and conquering,
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whose land the rivers divide,
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to Mount Zion, the place of the name of the Lord of hosts. |