Isaiah 18

Woe to the land of whirring wings^[a]
    along the rivers of Cush,^[b]

وَيْلٌ لأَرْضِ حَفِيفِ الأَجْنِحَةِ فِي عَبْرِ أَنْهَارِ كُوشَ،

which sends envoys by sea
    in papyrus boats over the water.

الَّتِي تَبْعَثُ رُسُلاً فِي الْبَحْرِ فِي قَوَارِبِ الْبَرْدِيِّ السَّابِحَةِ فَوْقَ الْمِيَاهِ، امْضُوا أَيُّهَا الرُّسُلُ الْمُسْرِعُونَ إِلَى شَعْبٍ طِوَالِ الْقَامَةِ جُرْدٍ، إِلَى شَعْبٍ بَثَّ الرُّعْبَ فِي الْقَاصِي وَالدَّانِي، إِلَى قَوْمٍ أَقْوِيَاءَ وَقَاهِرِينَ تَشْطُرُ الأَنْهَارُ أَرْضَهُمْ.

All you people of the world,
    you who live on the earth,
when a banner is raised on the mountains,
    you will see it,
and when a trumpet sounds,
    you will hear it.

يَا جَمِيعَ أَهْلِ الأَرْضِ وَالسَّاكِنِينَ فِيهَا، عِنْدَمَا تَرْتَفِعُ رَايَةٌ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ فَانْظُرُوا، وَعِنْدَمَا يُدَوِّي نَفِيرُ بُوقٍ فَاسْمَعُوا.

This is what the Lord says to me:
    “I will remain quiet and will look on from my dwelling place,
like shimmering heat in the sunshine,
    like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”

لأَنَّهُ هَكَذَا قَالَ الرَّبُّ لِي: سَأَمْكُثُ هَادِئاً نَاظِراً مِنْ مَقَرِّ سُكْنَايَ، كَحَرٍّ صَافٍ تَحْتَ أَشِعَّةِ الشَّمْسِ أَوْ كَسَحَابِ الطَّلِّ فِي حَرِّ الْحَصَادِ

For, before the harvest, when the blossom is gone
    and the flower becomes a ripening grape,
he will cut off the shoots with pruning knives,
    and cut down and take away the spreading branches.

لأَنَّهُ قَبْلَ الْحَصَادِ عِنْدَمَا يَتِمُّ تَفَتُّحُ الزَّهْرِ، وَيَتَحَوَّلُ الزَّهْرُ إِلَى عِنَبٍ نَاضِجٍ، فَإِنَّهُ يَقْطَعُ الْفُرُوعَ بِالْمَنَاجِلِ، وَيَنْزَعُ الأَغْصَانَ الْمُمْتَدَّةَ وَيَطْرَحُهَا،

They will all be left to the mountain birds of prey
    and to the wild animals;
the birds will feed on them all summer,
    the wild animals all winter.