Rotherham(i)
1 How could My Lord, in his anger, enshroud in gloom, the daughter of Zion? have cast from the heavens to the earth, the beauty of Israel? and not have remembered his footstool, in the day of his anger?
2 My Lord hath swallowed up––without pity––all the pastures of Jacob, hath laid waste––in his indignation––the strongholds of the daughter of Judah, hath brought them down to the ground,––hath profaned the kingdom, and the princes thereof.