Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The .ij. Chapter.
¶ God rehearseth hys benefytes done vnto the Iewes.
Agaynst Prestes ∧ Prophetes or preachers þt;
contemne ∧ despyse God. The Iewes are destroyed
because they forsoke God, ∧ because they ranne a
whore huntynge after Idols.
A Moreouer, the worde of þe; Lorde came
vnto me sayinge: Go thy waye, crye
in the eares of Ierusal&ebar;, ∧ saye: Thus
sayeth the Lord: I rem&ebar;bre þe;, for the kyndenesse
of thy youth, and because of thy stedfast
loue: at the tyme of thy despousynge, in
that thou folowdest me thorowe þe; wyldernesse,
in an vntylled l&abar;de. Israel was an halowed
thynge vnto the Lorde, and so was
his fyrst frutes. noteAll they þt; deuoure Israel
shall offende: mysfortune shall fall vpon th&ebar;,
sayeth the Lorde. Heare therfore the worde
of the Lorde, O thou house of Iacob, and all
the generacy&obar;s of the house of Israel. Thus
sayeth the Lorde.
B What vnfaythfulnesse founde youre fathers
in me, that they wente so farre awaye
fro me, fallynge to lightnesse, and beynge so
vayne? They thought not in their hertes.
Where haue we left the Lorde, that brought
vs oute of the lande of Egypte note that led vs
thorowe the wildernesse, thorowe a deserte ∧
rough lande, thorowe a drye and a deedly
lande, yee, a l&abar;de that no man had gone thorowe,
and wherin no man had dwelt. noteAnd
when I had brought you into a pleasaunt
welbuylded lande, that ye myght enioye the
frutes and all the commodyties of the same:
ye w&ebar;t forth and defyled my l&abar;de, ∧ brought
myne herytage to abhominacyon.
The Prestes th&ebar; selues sayde not: Where
is the Lorde? They that had þe; lawe in theyr
handes, knewe me not: &rhand; The shepherdes
offended agaynst me. The prophetes dyd seruyce
vnto Baal, ∧ folowed soch thynges as
shall brynge them no profyt.
C Wherfore, I am constrayned (sayeth the
Lord) to make my c&obar;playnte vp&obar; you, ∧ vp&obar;
youre childers chyldr&ebar;. Go in to þe; Iles of Cethim,
and loke well: sende vnto Cedar, take
diligent hede: and se, whether soch thynges
be done there, whether the G&ebar;tils th&ebar; selues
-- --
deale so falsly and vntruly &wt; their goddes,
(which yet are no goddes in dede) But my
people hath geu&ebar; ouer their hye honoure, for
a thynge that maye not helpe them.
Be astonyshed (O ye heauens) be afrayde,
∧ abashed at soch a thinge, sayeth the Lorde.
For my people hath done two euels. They
haue forsaken me the well of the note water of
lyfe, and dygged them pyttes, yee vyle and
broken pyttes, that can holde no water. Is
Israel a bonde seruaunt, or one of the housholde?
Why then is he so spoyled? Why do
they roare and crye then vp&obar; him, as a lyon?
They haue made his lande waste, note hys cyties
are so brent vp, þt; there is no man dwellynge
in them. Yee, the chyldr&ebar; of Noph and
Taphnes haue defyled thy neck.
D noteC&obar;meth not this vnto the, because thou
hast forsaken the Lorde thy God, euer sence
he led the by the waye? And what hast thou
now to do in the strete of Egypte? to drincke
the water of Nilus? Ether, what makest þu; in
the waye of Assyria? To dryncke water of
the floude? noteThyne awne wickednesse shall
reproue the, ∧ thy turnynge awaye shall c&obar;demne
the: þt; thou mayest knowe ∧ vnderst&abar;de:
howe euell and hurtfull a thynge it is, þt;
thou hast forsaken the Lorde thy God, ∧ not
feared him, sayeth the Lorde God of Hostes.
noteI haue euer brok&ebar; thy yock of olde, ∧ burste
thy bondes: yet sayest þu;, note I wyll nomore
offend, but (lyke an harlot) þu; runnest about
vpon all hye hilles, ∧ am&obar;ge all grene trees,
where as I planted the as a noble vyne, ∧ a
good rote whose seed is all faithfull. noteHow
art þu; turned then in to a bytter, vnfrutefull,
∧ stra&ubar;ge grape? Yee, ∧ that so sore: þt; though
thou washe the &wt; Nitrus ∧ make thy selfe to
sauoure with that swete smellinge herbe of
E
Borith: yet in my syght þu; art stayned wyth
thy wyckednesse, sayeth the Lorde thy God.
Saye not nowe: I am not vnclene, and I
haue not folowed Baal. noteLoke vpon thyne
awne wayes in þe; woddes, valleys and dennes:
so shalt thou knowe, what þu; hast done.
Thou art lyke a swyft Dromedary, þt; goeth
easely his waye: and thy w&abar;tonnes is lyke
a wylde Asse, that vseth the wyldernesse, and
that snoffeth and bloweth at his wyll. Who
can tame the? All they that seke the shall not
fayle, but fynde the in thyne awne vncl&ebar;nes
Kepe thou thy fote from nakednes, and thy
throte fr&obar; thyrste, and without shame thou
answerest. No, for I haue loued stra&ubar;gers
and them will I folowe.
Lyke as a thefe that is taken with þe; dede
commeth to shame, euen so is the house of Israel
come to c&obar;fusion: the comen people, their
kynges and rulers, their prestes ∧ prophetes.
noteFor they saye to a stocke, thou art my father,
and to a stone: þu; hast begotten me note yee,
they haue turned their backe vpon me, ∧ not
their face. note
F But in the tyme of their trouble,
when they saye: stande vp, and helpe vs, I
shall answere th&ebar;: Where are nowe thy goddes,
þt; thou hast made the? lett th&ebar; st&abar;de vp, ∧
helpe the in the tyme of nede? yf they be able.
noteFor loke howe many cyties thou hast (O
Iuda) so many goddes hast thou also.
Wherfore then will ye goo to lawe with
me, seynge yee all are synners agaynst me,
sayeth the Lorde? It is but lost laboure, that
I smyte youre chyldren, for they receaue not
my correcci&obar;. noteYoure awne swearde destroyeth
youre &pro;phetes, lyke a deuouringe lyon.
O ye people, loke vp&obar; the worde of þe; Lorde.
Am I then become a wyldernesse vnto the
people of Israel? or a lande þt; hath no lyght?
Wherfore sayeth my people th&ebar;: we are Lordes,
we will come no more vnto the?
G Doth a
mayden forget her rayment, or a bryde her
stomacher? But as for my people they haue
forget me, dayes innumerable. Why boastest
thou thy wayes so hylie (to optayne fauoure
there thorowe) when thou hast yet
stayned th&ebar; with blasphemyes? and teachest
thyne awne wayes.
noteUpon thy wynges is fo&ubar;de the bloude
of poore and innocent people, ∧ þt; not in corners
∧ holes only, but openly in all these places.
Yet darest þu; saye: I am (without synne ∧)
gyltlesse. Tush, his wrath can not come vp&obar;
me. Beholde, I condempne the in iudgem&ebar;t,
because thou darest saye: I haue not offended.
And why runnest thou so often to and
fro, to chaunge thy wayes? For thou shalt
be confounded, as well of Egypte, as of the
Assyrians: yee, thou shalt go thy waye from
them, and smyte thyne handes together vp&obar;
thy head. Because the Lorde doth abhorre þt;
confydence and hope of thyne, and thou shalt
not prospere with all.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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