Rotherham(i)
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.
7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore, was I not deterred by insult,––Therefore, did I set my face, like flint, And I knew, that I should not be put to shame.
8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who, will contend with me? let, us stand forth together,––Who, can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who, is he, that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, The moth, shall consume them.