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Woe to the land of whirring wings, which is beyond the rivers of Kush,
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which sends messengers by the sea, and in vessels of papyrus upon the face of the waters. “Go, swift messengers, to a nation drawn out and smooth, to a people feared from itself and beyond, a nation measured and trampling, whose land the rivers divide.”
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All inhabitants of the world, and dwellers upon the earth: when a banner is lifted upon the mountains, you shall see; and when a shofar is blown, you shall hear.
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For thus Yahuah said to me: “I will be quiet, and I will look from My dwelling place, like clear heat upon light, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.”
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For before the harvest, when the blossom is finished, and the flower becomes a ripening grape, He shall cut off the shoots with pruning hooks, and the spreading branches He shall remove and cut down.
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They shall be left together for the birds of prey of the mountains and for the beasts of the earth. And the birds of prey shall summer upon them, and every beast of the earth shall winter upon them.
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In that time a gift shall be brought to Yahuah of Hosts from a people drawn out and smooth, and from a people feared from itself and beyond, a nation measured and trampling, whose land the rivers divide, to the place of the Name of Yahuah of Hosts, Mount Tziyon.