Rotherham(i)
9 Mount the horses, And drive the chariots madly on, So let the heroes, go forth,––Ethiopians and Libyans, that grasp the buckler, And Lydians, that grasp––that tread––the bow. But, that day, belongeth to My Lord, Yahweh of hosts––
10 A day of avenging, to avenge him of his adversaries, When the sword shall devour, and be filled, and be sated with their blood,––For, a sacrifice, hath My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, In the land of the North, Towards the river Euphrates.
11 Go up to Gilead, and fetch balsam, O virgin, daughter of Egypt! In vain, hast thou multiplied remedies, Healing, there is none, for thee.