^{1 Ref} Ho, land shadowed `with' wings, That `is' beyond the rivers of Cush,

^{2 Ref} That is sending by sea ambassadors, Even with implements of reed on the face of the waters, -- Go, ye light messengers, Unto a nation drawn out and peeled, Unto a people fearful from its beginning and onwards, A nation meeting out by line, and treading down, Whose land floods have spoiled.