ASV
The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
WEB
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
YLT
The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
DBT
The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.