Rotherham(i)
3 Wherefore have we Fasted and thou hast not seen? Humbled our soul, and thou wouldst take no note? Lo! in the day of your fast, ye take pleasure, But all your toilers, ye drive on!
4 Lo! for strife and contention, ye fast, And to smite with the fist of lawlessness,––Ye shall not fast as today, To cause to be heard, on high, your voice!
5 Like this, shall the fast be, that I choose, A day for the son of earth to humble his soul? Is it to bow down, as a rush, his head, And, sackcloth and ashes, to spread out? Is it, this, thou wilt call a fast, Or a day of acceptance with Yahweh?
6 Is not, this, the fast that I must ever choose––To unbind the tight cords of lawlessness, To unloose the bands of the yoke,––and, To let the crushed go free, and, That, every yoke, ye tear off?
7 Is it not to break, unto the hungry, thy bread, And, the thrust–out oppressed, that thou bring into a home,––When thou seest one naked, that thou cover him, And, from thine own flesh, shalt not hide thyself?