The king had heard concerning King Tirhakah of Cush, ‘Look, he has set out to fight against you.’ So he again sent messengers to Hezekiah, saying,
Isaiah 18:1 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised Woe to the land of buzzing insect wings beyond the rivers of Cush, Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Woe to the land shadowing with wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia: Amplified Bible - Classic Edition WOE TO the land whirring with wings which is beyond the rivers of Cush or Ethiopia, American Standard Version (1901) Ah, the land of the rustling of wings, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia; Common English Bible Doom to the land of winged ships, beyond the rivers of Cush Catholic Public Domain Version Woe to the land, that winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version WOE to the land, the winged cymbal, which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, |
The king had heard concerning King Tirhakah of Cush, ‘Look, he has set out to fight against you.’ So he again sent messengers to Hezekiah, saying,
Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and who depend on horses! They trust in the abundance of chariots and in the large number of horsemen. They do not look to the Holy One of Israel, and they do not seek the Lord.
The king had heard concerning King Tirhakah of Cush, ‘He has set out to fight against you.’ So when he heard this, he sent messengers to Hezekiah, saying,
This is what the Lord says: ‘The products of Egypt and the merchandise of Cush and the Sabeans, men of stature, will come over to you and will be yours; they will follow you, they will come over in chains and bow down to you. They will confess to you, “God is indeed with you, and there is no other; there is no other God.” ’
On that day, messengers will go out from me in ships to terrify confident Cush. Anguish will come over them on the day of Egypt’s doom. For indeed it is coming.
From beyond the rivers of Cush my supplicants, my dispersed people, will bring an offering to me.
‘Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her. How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!
May the Lord reward you for what you have done, and may you receive a full reward from the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings you have come for refuge.’