Isaiah 18

Listen, Ethiopia
Land of fluttering sails
That lies at the headwaters of the Nile
That sends ambassadors in swift boats down the river

Go, swift messengers
Take a message to a tall, smooth-skinned people
Who are feared far and wide for their conquests and destruction
And whose land is divided by rivers

All you people of the world
Everyone who lives on the earth
When I raise my battle flag on the mountain, look
When I blow the ram's horn, listen

For the Lord has told me this
I will watch quietly from my dwelling place
As quietly as the heat rises on a summer day
Or as the morning dew forms during the harvest

Even before you begin your attack
While your plans are ripening like grapes
The Lord will cut off your new growth with pruning shears
He will snip off and discard your spreading branches
Your mighty army will be left dead in the fields
For the mountain vultures and wild animals
The vultures will tear at the corpses all summer
The wild animals will gnaw at the bones all winter

At that time the Lord of Heaven's Armies will receive gifts
From this land divided by rivers
From this tall, smooth-skinned people
Who are feared far and wide for their conquests and destruction
They will bring the gifts to Jerusalem
Where the Lord of Heaven's Armies dwells