Rotherham(i)
1 Thus, saith Yahweh––Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it, to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And, for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no, one? When I called, was there none, to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength, to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea, I make rivers a desert, Their fish, Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse,––He kept wakening––morning by morning, He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken, as do the instructed; 5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious,––Away, turned I not: 6 My back, gave I to smiters, and, My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard,––My face, hid I not, from insult and spitting. 7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore, was I not deterred by insult,––Therefore, did I set my face, like flint, And I knew, that I should not be put to shame. 8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who, will contend with me? let, us stand forth together,––Who, can accuse me? let him draw near to me! 9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who, is he, that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, The moth, shall consume them.
10 Who, among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant,––That hath walked in dark places, And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God. 11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts,––Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire, And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse,––He kept wakening––morning by morning, He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken, as do the instructed; 5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious,––Away, turned I not: 6 My back, gave I to smiters, and, My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard,––My face, hid I not, from insult and spitting. 7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore, was I not deterred by insult,––Therefore, did I set my face, like flint, And I knew, that I should not be put to shame. 8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who, will contend with me? let, us stand forth together,––Who, can accuse me? let him draw near to me! 9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who, is he, that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, The moth, shall consume them.
10 Who, among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant,––That hath walked in dark places, And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God. 11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts,––Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire, And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.