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 .xii. Chapter.
¶ The prophete maruelleth greatly at the prosperitye
of the wycked, allthough he confesse God to be
ryghteous. The Iewes are forsaken of the Lorde. He
speaketh agaynst Curates and preachers that seduce
the people. The Lorde threateneth destruccyon vnto
the nacyons that bordered vpon Iewrye, whych troubled
and vexed it.
A O Lorde, thou art more ryghteous,
then þt; I shulde dispute &wt; the. Neuertheles,
lett me talke with the
in thynges reasonable. noteHow happeneth
it, that the waye of the vngodly is
so prosperous? ∧ that it goeth so well with
them, whych (wythout any shame) offende
∧ lyue in wickednes? Thou plantest them,
they take rote, they growe, ∧ brynge forth
frute. They boast moch of þe;, yet art þu; farre
from ther reynes. But þu; Lorde (to whom
I am well knowne) thou þt; hast sene, ∧ proued
my herte, note take them awaye, lyke as
a flock is caryed to the slaughter house, and
apointe them for the daye of slaughter.
How longe shall the lande mourne, note and
all þe; herbes of þe; felde perish, for þe; wyckednes
of them that dwell therin.
B The catell and the byrdes are gone, yet
say they tush, note God wyll not destroye vs
vtterly.
Seyng, thou art weery in runnyng with
þe; fote men, how wilt thou then runne with
horses? In a peaceable sure lande þu; mayest
be safe, but how wilt thou do in the furyous
pryde of Iordane? For thy brethren ∧ thy
kynred haue all together despysed the, and
cryed out vpon þe; in thyne absence. noteBeleue
them not, though they speake fayre wordes
to the. As for me (I saye) I haue forsaken
myne awne dwellyng place, ∧ left myne
heritage. My lyfe also þt; I loue so wel,
haue I geuen into the handes of myne enemies.
noteMyne heritage is become vnto me,
as a Lyon in þe; wood. It cryed out vp&obar; me,
therfore, haue I forsaken it. Myne herytage
is vnto me, as a speckled byrde, a byrde
of dyuerse coloures is vpon it. Come, ∧ gather
ye to geather al þe; beastes of the felde.
Come that ye maye eate it vp.
C noteDiuerse herdmen haue broken downe
my note vyneyarde, and troden vpon my porcyon.
Of my pleasaunt porcyon, they haue
made a wyldernes and desert. They haue
layed it waste: ∧ now þt; it is waste, it sigheth
vnto me. Yee, the whole land lyeth waste, ∧
no man regardeth it. The destroyers come
ouer the heeth euery waye, for the sweard
of the Lorde doth consume from þe; one ende
of the land to the other, ∧ no flesh hath rest.
They haue sow&ebar; wheate, ∧ reaped thornes.
They haue taken herytage in possessyon,
but it doth them no good. And þe; prophets
were ashamed of your frutes, because of the
great wrath of the Lorde.
D Thus sayeth the Lorde vpon all myne
euell neyghbours, that laye h&abar;de on myne
herytage, whych I haue possessed, euen my
people of Israell. Beholde, I wyll plucke
them (namely Israel) out of their l&abar;de, and
put out þe; house of Iuda from among them.
noteAnd when I haue roted them out, I wylbe
at one with them agayne, ∧ I wyll haue
mercy vpon them: note ∧ brynge them agayne,
euery man to his awne herytage, and into
his l&abar;de. And yf they (namely that trouble
my people) wyll lerne þe; wayes of them, to
sweare by my name. The Lord lyueth (lyke
as they learned my people to sweare by
Baal) then shal they be rekened am&obar;g my
people. noteBut yf they wyll not obeye, then
wyll I rote out the same folke, ∧ destroye
them, sayth the Lord.
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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