Rotherham(i)
32 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, The cup of thy sister, shalt thou drink, The [cup] deep and large, Thou shalt become a laughingstock and a derision, Much, doth it contain!
33 With drunkenness and grief, shalt thou be filled,––The cup of astonishment and desolation, The cup of thy sister Samaria;
34 Yea thou shalt drink it and drain it out, And the sherds thereof, shalt thou gnaw, And, thy breasts, shalt thou tear out,––For, I, have spoken, Declareth My Lord, Yahweh.
35 Therefore, Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, Because thou hast forgotten me, and has cast me, behind thy back, Thou also thyself, bear thou thy lewdness, and thine unchaste doings.