Rotherham(i)
4 Fury, have I none,––Oh that there were delivered to me, briars and thorns, in battle! I would march in among them, I would set fire to them, one and all.
5 Else, let one lay hold of my protection, Let him make peace with me,––Peace, let him make with me.
6 In coming times, shall Jacob, strike root, Israel, shall blossom and bud,––Then shall they fill the face of the world with fruit.
7 Was it, with the smiting of his smiter, that he smote him? Or, as with the slaying of his slayer, was he slain? 8 By driving her away––by dismissing her, wouldest thou contend with her? He removed her by his rough wind, in a day of east wind.
7 Was it, with the smiting of his smiter, that he smote him? Or, as with the slaying of his slayer, was he slain? 8 By driving her away––by dismissing her, wouldest thou contend with her? He removed her by his rough wind, in a day of east wind.