Rotherham(i)
3 For I was envious of the boasters, At the prosperity of the lawless, used I to look.
4 For they have no pangs in their death, And vigorous is their body;
5 Of the toil of weak mortals, have they none, Nor, with the sons of earth, are they hard smitten.
6 For this cause, doth arrogance deck them as a neck–chain, And a garment of wrong is their attire;
7 Their iniquity, hath proceeded from fatness, They have surpassed the imaginations of the heart;
8 They mock, and wickedly command oppression, From on high, they command;
9 They have set, in the heavens, their mouth, And, their tongue, marcheth through the earth.