Rotherham(i)
2 Upon a bare mountain, lift ye up a standard, Raise high the voice, to them, Wave the hand, That they may enter the doors of nobles.
3 I myself, have given charge to my hallowed ones,––Yea I have called, My heroes in showing mine anger, My proudly, exulting ones.
4 The noise of a multitude in the mountains, A resemblance of many people,––The noise of a tumult of kingdoms, Nations gathered together, Yahweh of hosts, mustering a host for battle!