Rotherham(i)
8 Then would two or three cities totter to one city to drink water, without being satisfied,––Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
9 I have smitten you with blight and with mildew, When your gardens and your vineyards and your fig–trees and your olive–trees have increased, the creeping locust would devour them,––Yet have ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
10 I have sent among you pestilence, in the manner of Egypt, I have slain, with the sword, your young men, and therewith have been taken captive your horses, And I have caused to ascend––the stench of your camps, even into your own nostrils, Yet ye have not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.
11 I have made an overthrew among you, like the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye have become like a brand snatched out of the burning,––Yet hate ye not returned unto me, Declareth Yahweh.