Rotherham(i)
32 While yet today, in Nob, he tarrieth, He brandisheth his hand toward, The mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.
33 Behold! the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, is about to lop off a tree–crown, with a crash,––Then shall, they who are lifted on high, be hewn down, And, the lofty, be laid low;
34 Then will he fell the thickets of the forest, with iron,––And, Lebanon, by a majestic one, shall fall.