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Coverdale [1535], BIBLIA The Bible / that is, the holy Scripture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully and truly translated out of Douche and Latyn in to Englishe () [word count] [B04000].
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Chap .l.

A   Thus saieth the LORDE: Where is the bill of yo&highr; mothers deuorcem&ebar;t, that I sent vnto her? note or who is the vsurer, to wh&obar; I solde you? Beholde, for youre owne off&ebar;ces are ye solde: note ∧ because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsak&ebar;. For why wolde no m&abar; receaue me, when I came? ∧ when I called, no man gaue me answere. Was my h&obar;de clene smyt&ebar; of, that it might not helpe? or, had I not power to delyuer? note lo, at a worde I dr&ibar;ke vp the see, ∧ of water floudes I make drie l&obar;de: so þt; for want of water, the fish corruppe, and die of thurst. As for heauen, I clooth it with darcknesse, and put a sack vpon it. note

B    noteThe LORDE God hath geu&ebar; me a wel lerned t&ubar;ge, so that I can conforte them which are troubled, yee ∧ þt; in due season. He waked myne eare vp by tymes in þe; mornynge (as þe; scolemasters do) þt; I might herk&ebar;. The LORDE God hath opened myne eare, therfore c&abar; I not saye naye, ner &wt; drawe myself, note but I offre my backe vnto þe; smyters, and my chees to the nyppers. I turne not my face fr&obar; shame &abar;d spittinge, for the LORDE God helpeth me, therfore shal I not be c&obar;founded. I haue hardened my face like a flynt

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stone, for I am sure, that I shal not come to confucion. Myne aduocate speaketh for me, who wil then go with me to lawe? Let vs st&obar;de one agaynst another: yf there be eny that wil reason with me, let him come here forth to me. noteBeholde, the LORDE God stondeth by me, what is he that can condempne me? lo, they shalbe all like as an olde cloth, which þe; mothes shal eate vp. note

C   Therfore who so feareth the LORDE am&obar;ge you, let him heare the voyce of his serua&ubar;t. Who so walketh in darcknesse, ∧ no light shyneth vp&obar; him, let him hope in the LORDE, and holde him by his God. But take hede, ye haue all kyndled a fyre, and gyrded youre selues with the flame: Ye walke in the glistr&ibar;ge of youre owne fyre, and in the flame that ye haue kyndled. This cometh vnto you fro my honde, namely, þt; ye shal slepe in sorowe.
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Coverdale [1535], BIBLIA The Bible / that is, the holy Scripture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully and truly translated out of Douche and Latyn in to Englishe () [word count] [B04000].
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