Rotherham(i)
17 But I will make–Justice, the line, and, Righteousness, the plummet,––And the hail shall, sweep away, your refuge of lying, And, your hiding–place, the waters shall overflow;
18 So shall be wiped out your covenant with death, And, your vision with hades, not stand,––When, the overflowing scourge, sweepeth past, then shall ye be thereby beaten down:
19 As often as it sweepeth past, it shall take you, away, For, morning by morning, shall it pass along, By day and by night,––And it shall be nothing less than a terror, to make out the message;