Rotherham(i)
9 His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
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.