Rotherham(i)
1 The oracle on the desert of the sea: As storm–winds in the South which, with a rush from the desert, do come from a terrible land,
2 [So] hath, a grievous vision, been told me:––The deceiver, is deceiving, And, the spoiler, is spoiling, Go up, O Elam, Besiege, O Media, All the sighing she hath caused, have I made to cease.
3 For this cause, are my loins filled, with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth,––I writhe, so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:
4 My heart fluttereth, A horror, terrifieth me,––My twilight of pleasure, hath he turned for me into a time of trembling.
5 [Ye thought] to prepare the table––spread the mat––eat––drink! . . . Arise, ye chieftains, anoint the shield!
6 For, thus, hath My Lord said, unto me,––Go, set the watchman, What he seeth, let him tell!
7 When he seeth, A train of horsemen in double rank, A train of asses, A train of camels, Then shall he hearken attentively, with diligent heed.
8 Then cried he, A lion! On the watch, O My Lord, had I, been standing continually, by day, And, at my post, had I, been stationed whole nights; ––
9 When lo! here was a train of men coming, With horsemen in double rank,––And one began and said, Fallen! fallen! is Babylon, And, all the images of her gods, are smashed to the ground!
10 O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn–floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.
11 The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying––out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman! how far gone is the night?
11 The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying––out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman! how far gone is the night?