Rotherham(i)
14 I will mount on the hills of the clouds, I will match the Most High!
15 Howbeit, to Hades, shalt thou be brought down,––To the Recesses of the Pit!
16 They who see thee, upon thee, will gaze, Upon thee, will thoughtfully muse,––Is this, the man who startled the earth? Who terrified kingdoms?
17 Who made the world like a desert? And, its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not, Each one to his home?
18 All the kings of the nations––they all, are lying in state, Each one in his crypt;
19 But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot: