Woe,הוֹיlandאֶרֶץof whirringצִלְצַלwings,כְּנָפָיִםwhich isאֲשֶׁרbeyondמֵעֵבֶרthe riversלְנַהֲרֵיof Cush,כוּשׁ
which sendsהַשֹּׁלֵחַenvoysצִירִיםby the sea,בַּיָּםand in vesselsוּבִכְלֵיof papyrusגֹמֶאon the surfaceעַל פְּנֵיof the waters!מַיִםGo,לְכוּswiftקַלִּיםmessengers,מַלְאָכִיםto a nationאֶל גּוֹיtallמְמֻשָּׁךְand smooth-skinned,וּמוֹרָטto a peopleאֶל עַםfearedנוֹרָאfrom that timeמִן הוּאand onward,וָהָלְאָהa nationגּוֹיof strength,קַוstrength,קָוand of trampling,וּמְבוּסָהwhoseאֲשֶׁרlandאַרְצוֹthe riversנְהָרִיםdivide.בָּזְאוּ
Allכָּלthe inhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof the worldתֵבֵלand dwellersוְשֹׁכְנֵיon the earth,אָרֶץwhen a bannerנֵסis raisedכִּנְשֹׂאon the mountains,הָרִיםlook!תִּרְאוּAnd when the hornוְ שׁוֹפָרis blown,כִתְקֹעַlisten!תִּשְׁמָעוּ
ForכִּיthusכֹהYHWHיְהוָהsaidאָמַרto me:אֵלַי“I will be stillאֶשְׁקֳטָהand lookוְאַבִּיטָהfrom my dwelling place,בִמְכוֹנִיlike dazzlingצַחheatכְּחֹםover the light,עֲלֵי אוֹרlike a cloudכְּעָבof dewטַלin the heatבְּחֹםof harvest.”קָצִיר
Forכִּיbeforeלִפְנֵיthe harvest,קָצִירwhenכְּthe blossomפֶּרַחis over,תָםandוּthe flowerנִצָּהbecomesיִהְיֶהan unripe grapeבֹסֶרripening,גֹּמֵלhe will cut offוְכָרַתthe tendrilsהַזַּלְזַלִּיםwith pruning knives,בַּמַּזְמֵרוֹתand the spreading branchesוְאֶת הַנְּטִישׁוֹתhe will remove,הֵסִירhe will cut away.הֵתַז
They will be leftיֵעָזְבוּtogetherיַחְדָּוfor the bird of preyלְעֵיטof the mountainsהָרִיםand for the beastsוּלְבֶהֱמַתof the earth;הָאָרֶץand the bird of preyהָעַיִטwill spend the summerוְקָץon them,עָלָיוand allוְכָלthe beastsבֶּהֱמַתof the earthהָאָרֶץwill spend the winterתֶּחֱרָףon them.עָלָיו
At that timeבָּעֵת הַהִיאtributeשַׁיwill be broughtיוּבַלto YHWHלַיהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתa peopleעַםtallמְמֻשָּׁךְand smooth-skinned,וּמוֹרָטand from a peopleוּמֵעַםfearedנוֹרָאfrom that timeמִן הוּאand onward,וָהָלְאָהa nationגּוֹיof strength,קַוstrength,קָוand of trampling,וּמְבוּסָהwhoseאֲשֶׁרlandאַרְצוֹthe riversנְהָרִיםdivide,בָּזְאוּto the placeאֶל מְקוֹםof the nameשֵׁםof YHWHיְהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתMountהַרZion.צִיּוֹן