Rotherham(i)
15 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, to Tyre: Shall it not be, that, At the sound of thy fall, With the groan of thy pierced one, With the slaughter made in thy midst, The Coastlands, shall tremble?
16 Then shall come down from off their thrones, all the princes of the sea, And shall lay aside their robes, And, their embroidered garments, shall strip off,––With tremblings, shall they clothe themselves, Upon the ground, shall they sit, And shall tremble every moment, and be astonished over thee.