Woe to the land shadowing with wings
Which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia
That sendeth ambassadors by the sea
Even in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters, saying
Go, ye swift messengers
To a nation scattered and peeled
To a people terrible from their beginning hitherto
A nation meted out and trodden down
Whose land the rivers have spoiled!
All ye inhabitants of the world, and dwellers on the earth, see ye
When he lifteth up an ensign on the mountains
And when he bloweth a trumpet, hear ye