Rotherham(i)
5 And she saw she had waited, Lost, was her hope, Then took she another of her whelps, A young lion, she made him.
6 Yea he went to and fro amidst lions, A young lion, he became,––And he learned to rend prey, Men, he devoured;
7 And he injured his widows, And, their cities, laid waste,––And deserted, was the land, and its fulness, At the noise of his roaring.
8 Then, set upon him, the nations round about, From the provinces,––And spread over him their net, In their pit, was he caught;
9 And they put him in a cage with hooks, And brought him to Babylon’s king,––They brought him into strong–holds, That his noise might be heard no more, Among the mountains of Israel.