Rotherham(i)
1 Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes, a fountain of tears,––That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
2 Oh that I had in the wilderness, a wayfarers’ lodge, That I might leave my people, and go from them,––For, they all, are, Adulterers, An assemblage of traitors;
3 Who have prepared their tongue as their bow of falsehood, And, not by faithfulness, have they become mighty in the land,––For, from wickedness unto wickedness, have they gone forth, But, me, have they not known, Declareth Yahweh.
4 Every one, of his neighbour, beware ye, And, in no brother, may ye trust,––For, every brother, supplanteth! And, every neighbour, as a tale–bearer, goeth about;