Rotherham(i)
14 But Zion, had said, Yahweh hath forsaken, me,––Even, My Lord, hath forgotten me!
15 Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:
16 Lo! on the palms of my hands, have I portrayed thee,––Thy walls, are before me continually.
17 In haste, are thy sons,––They who have been tearing thee down and laying thee waste, out of thee, let them go forth!
18 Lift up, round about, thine eyes, and see, All those, have gathered themselves together––have come to thee! As I live, Declareth Yahweh,––Surely, all those––as an ornament, shalt thou put on, And bind them about thee for a girdle, as a bride. 19 Surely, as for thy wastes, and thy desolations, and thy land of ruins, Surely, now, shalt thou be too strait for thine inhabitants, And, far off, shall be they who have been swallowing thee up. 20 The children of whom thou wast bereaved, shall yet, say in thine ears,––Too strait for me, is the place, Make room for me, that I may settle down. 21 Then shalt thou say in thy heart,––Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved, and unfruitful, a captive and banished? These, therefore, who, hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were, they? 22 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh––Lo! I will lift up, unto nations, my hand, Yea, unto peoples, will I raise high my banner,––And they shall bring in thy sons in their bosom, And, thy daughters, on the shoulder, shall be borne; 23 And, kings, shall be, thy foster–fathers, And, their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick,––So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.
18 Lift up, round about, thine eyes, and see, All those, have gathered themselves together––have come to thee! As I live, Declareth Yahweh,––Surely, all those––as an ornament, shalt thou put on, And bind them about thee for a girdle, as a bride. 19 Surely, as for thy wastes, and thy desolations, and thy land of ruins, Surely, now, shalt thou be too strait for thine inhabitants, And, far off, shall be they who have been swallowing thee up. 20 The children of whom thou wast bereaved, shall yet, say in thine ears,––Too strait for me, is the place, Make room for me, that I may settle down. 21 Then shalt thou say in thy heart,––Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved, and unfruitful, a captive and banished? These, therefore, who, hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were, they? 22 Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh––Lo! I will lift up, unto nations, my hand, Yea, unto peoples, will I raise high my banner,––And they shall bring in thy sons in their bosom, And, thy daughters, on the shoulder, shall be borne; 23 And, kings, shall be, thy foster–fathers, And, their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick,––So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.