4-6 For here’s what God told me:

“I’m not going to say anything,
    but simply look on from where I live,
Quiet as warmth that comes from the sun,
    silent as dew during harvest.”
And then, just before harvest, after the blossom
    has turned into a maturing grape,
He’ll step in and prune back the new shoots,
    ruthlessly hack off all the growing branches.
He’ll leave them piled on the ground
    for birds and animals to feed on—
Fodder for the summering birds,
    fodder for the wintering animals.

Then tribute will be brought to God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
    brought from this people tall and handsome,
This people once held in respect everywhere,
    this people once mighty and merciless,
From the land crisscrossed with rivers,
    to Mount Zion, God’s place.

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For, before the harvest, when the blossom is gone
    and the flower becomes a ripening grape,
he will cut off(A) the shoots with pruning knives,
    and cut down and take away the spreading branches.(B)
They will all be left to the mountain birds of prey(C)
    and to the wild animals;(D)
the birds will feed on them all summer,
    the wild animals all winter.

At that time gifts(E) will be brought to the Lord Almighty

from a people tall and smooth-skinned,(F)
    from a people feared(G) far and wide,
an aggressive nation of strange speech,
    whose land is divided by rivers(H)

the gifts will be brought to Mount Zion, the place of the Name of the Lord Almighty.(I)

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