Rotherham(i)
11 GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
12 At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
13 His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
14 He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
15 Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled––in the dust––my horn:
16 My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death–shade:––