Rotherham(i)
19 I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last,––for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.
20 See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled,––Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,