Rotherham(i)
14 So shall lie down in her midst––flocks, each living thing of a nation, both pelican and bittern, in her capitals, shall roost,––a voice, shall resound in the window, the bustard, on the sill, for he hath destroyed, hath laid bare.
15 This, is the city exultant, that sat secure, that said in her heart, I, [am]! and no one besides! How hath she become a desolation! a lair of beasts, every one passing, by her doth hiss, shaketh his hand.