Rotherham(i)
12 For, thus, saith Yahweh,––Behold me! extending unto her, like a river, prosperity, And, as a torrent overflowing, the glory of the nations, That ye may draw it forth––Upon the side, shall ye be carried, and, Upon the knees, shall ye be caressed:
13 As one whom, his mother, consoleth, So, will, I, console you, And, in Jerusalem, shall ye be consoled.
14 As soon as ye have seen it, your heart, shall be joyful, And, your bones, like green herbage, shall thrive,––So shall be known, The hand of Yahweh with his servants, But indignation with his foes!