1Yo, woe to the land with wings, chillin' beyond the rivers of Ethiopia.

2They send out messengers by the sea in lil' boats, like, "Go, fast homies, to that scattered nation, a people wild since day one; they’re all about that struggle, and their land's been wrecked by the rivers!"

3All you folks on Earth, peep this: when he raises a flag on the hills and blows that trumpet, you better listen up.

4The Lord’s like, “I’m just gonna chill and vibe in my spot, like a dope heat on plants and a cloud of dew when it’s harvest time.”

5Before the harvest hits, when the buds are lit and the sour grapes are coming in hot, he’s gonna snip the branches with his sick tools and take 'em down.

6They’ll be left for the birds in the mountains and the beasts on the ground; the birds will chill on 'em in summer, and all the beasts will hibernate on them in winter.

7In that moment, the peeps will bring gifts to the Lord of hosts from that wild nation, meted out and stepped on, whose land got wrecked by the rivers, all headed to the place where the Lord’s name is, Mount Zion.

1Woe to the land shadowing with wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia:

2That 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!

3All 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.

4For so the Lord said unto me, I will take my rest, and I will consider in my dwelling place like a clear heat upon herbs, and like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

5For afore the harvest, when the bud is perfect, and the sour grape is ripening in the flower, he shall both cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and take away and cut down the branches.

6They shall be left together unto the fowls of the mountains, and to the beasts of the earth: and the fowls shall summer upon them, and all the beasts of the earth shall winter upon them.

7In that time shall the present be brought unto the Lord of hosts of a people scattered and peeled, and from a people terrible from their beginning hitherto; a nation meted out and trodden under foot, whose land the rivers have spoiled, to the place of the name of the Lord of hosts, the mount Zion.