Rotherham(i)
11 O thou humbled one, storm–tossed, uncomforted,––Lo! I, am about to set, in antimony, thy stones, And will found thee in sapphires;
12 And make rubies, thy battlements, And thy gates, sparkling stones,–– And all thy boundaries, stones of delight;
13 And, all thy children, shall be the instructed of Yahweh,––And, great, shall be the prosperity of thy children.
14 In righteousness, shalt thou be established,––Be thou far from oppression––But indeed thou shalt not fear, And from crushing calamity––But indeed it shall not come nigh unto thee.