Rotherham(i)
18 Lo! my servant, whom I have chosen, My beloved, in whom, my soul, delighteth,––I will put my Spirit upon him, and, justice, unto the nations, will he report:
19 He will not strive, nor will he cry out, nor shall any hear, in the broadways, his voice:
20 A bruised cane, will he not break, and, a smoking wick, will he not quench,––until he urge on, justice, to victory,
21 And, in his name, shall nations hope.