Rotherham(i)
15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught–of–his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;
16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
17 His memorial, have perished out of the land, and let him have no name over the face of the open field;
18 Let them thrust him out of light into darkness, Yea, out of the world, let them chase him;
19 Let him have neither scion nor seed among his people, neither any survivor in his place of sojourn:
20 Over his day, have they been astounded who come behind, and, them who are in advance, a shudder hath seized.