Rotherham(i)
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,
40 For I lift up unto the heavens my hand,––And say, Living, am, I, unto times age–abiding:
41 If I whet my flashing sword, And my hand take hold on justice, I will return vengeance unto mine adversaries, And, them who hate me, will I requite:
42 I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And, my sword, shall devour flesh,––With, the blood of the slain, and the captive, With [the flesh of] the chief leader of the foe.
43 Shout for joy O ye nations [with] his people, For, the blood of his servants, he avengeth,––And, vengeance, he returneth unto his adversaries, And is propitious unto the soil of his people.