Rotherham(i)
1 Thus, saith Yahweh––Behold me! stirring up against Babylon, And against the inhabitants of the centre of them who rise up against me,––A wind that destroyeth;
2 And I will send to Babylon winnowers, And they shall winnow her, And shall empty her land,––For they are against her round about, in the day of calamity.
3 Let not the archer tread his bow, Nor lift himself up in his coat of mail,––And do not spare her young men, Devote to destruction all her host.
4 So shall they fall wounded, in the land of Chaldea,––Yea thrust through, in her streets,
5 For Israel and Judah have not been widowed, Of their God, Of Yahweh of hosts,––But, their land, hath been filled with punishment for guilt, from the Holy One of Israel.
6 Flee out of the midst of Babylon, And deliver ye every man his own life, Be not cut off in her punishment,––For it is Yahweh’s, time of avenging, A recompense, is he, repaying unto her.
7 A cup of gold, was Babylon, in the hand of Yahweh, Making drunk all the earth,––Of her wine, have the nations drunk, For this cause, have the nations been acting as men who are mad.
8 Suddenly, hath Babylon fallen, and been broken,––Howl ye over her, Fetch balsam for her pain, Peradventure, she shall be healed!
9 We would have healed Babylon, but she is not healed, Leave her, and let us go every one to his own land,––For her judgment, reacheth unto the heavens, And mounteth as far as the skies.
10 Yahweh hath brought forth our righteousnesses,––Come and let us relate in Zion, the work of Yahweh our God.
11 Polish the arrows, Lay hold of the shields,––Yahweh hath roused the spirit of the kings of the Medes, For, against Babylon, his purpose is, to destroy her,––For it is, The avenging of Yahweh, The avenging of his temple.