Rotherham(i)
9 Do not be indignant, O Yahweh, so very greatly, Neither, perpetually, do thou recall iniquity,––Lo! look around, we pray thee. . . thy people, are, we all.
10 Thy holy, cities, have become a wilderness,––Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation!
11 Our holy, and our beautiful, house, Where our fathers praised, thee, Hath become a conflagration,––And, all our delightful, places, are in ruins!