Rotherham(i)
37 Then will he say, Where are their gods, The rock, in whom they have trusted;
38 Who used to eat, the fat of their sacrifices, To drink the wine of their libations? Let them rise up, and help you, Let them be over you for a coveting!
39 See, now, that, I, I, am, he that is, And there are no gods with me,––I, kill––and make alive, I wound, and, I, heal, And there, is none, who, from my hand, can deliver,
39 See, now, that, I, I, am, he that is, And there are no gods with me,––I, kill––and make alive, I wound, and, I, heal, And there, is none, who, from my hand, can deliver,