Rotherham(i)
18 All the kings of the nations––they all, are lying in state, Each one in his crypt;
19 But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:
20 As for them who go down to the stones of the Pit, Thou shalt not be united with them in burial; For, thy land, thou didst ruin, Thy people, didst slay,––Unnamed to times ago–abiding, Be the seed of the wicked!