Rotherham(i)
1 Hearken, ye Coastlands, unto me, And give ear, ye peoples afar off,––Yahweh, called me, from my birth, From my nativity, made he mention of my name;
2 And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me,––And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;
3 And said to me, My Servant, thou art,––Israel, in whom I will get myself glory.