Rotherham(i)
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.