Rotherham(i)
42 I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And, my sword, shall devour flesh,––With, the blood of the slain, and the captive, With [the flesh of] the chief leader of the foe.
43 Shout for joy O ye nations [with] his people, For, the blood of his servants, he avengeth,––And, vengeance, he returneth unto his adversaries, And is propitious unto the soil of his people.