Rotherham(i) 2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst: 3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering. 4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse,—He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed; 5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious,—Away, turned I not: 6 My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard,—My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.