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,