Rotherham(i)
12 Because I used to deliver the oppressed who was crying out for aid, the fatherless also, and him that had no helper;
13 The blessing of him that was ready to perish, upon me was wont to descend, and, the heart of the widow, caused I to sing for joy;
14 Righteousness, I put on, and it clothed me, Like a robe and turban, was my, justice;
15 Eyes, became I to the, blind, and, feet to the lame, was, I!
16 A father, was, I, to the needy, and, as for the cause which I knew not, I used to search it out;