Rotherham(i)
12 Yea, the Bearer who is in their midst, Upon his shoulder, shall lift it. In thick darkness, shall he go forth, Through the wall, shall they break, to bear forth through it,––His face, shall he cover, to the end that, his own eye, may not see the land.
13 Then will I spread my net over him, and he shall be taken in my snare; And I will take him to Babylon, in the land of the Chaldeans, The which, indeed, he shall not see. And yet, there, shall he die!
14 And, all who are round about him to help him, and all his troops, will I scatter to every wind,––and, a sword, will I make bare after them.