Rotherham(i)
16 Son of Man, Behold me! taking away from thee the delight of thine eyes, with a stroke,––But thou shall not lament, Neither shalt thou weep, Neither shall come––thy tears:
17 To groan, forbear, Over the dead––no mourning, shalt thou make, Thy chaplet, bind thou on thee, And, thy sandals, put thou on thy feet, And thou shalt not cover thy beard, And, the bread of [other] men, shalt thou not eat.
18 So I spake unto the people, in the morning, and my wife died, in the evening,––and I did, in the morning, as I had been commanded.