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 .xx. Chapter.
¶ Ieremye is smytten and cast into preson, for preachyng
of the worde of God. He prophecyeth the captyuytie
of Babylon. He complayneth þt; he is a mockynge
stocke for the worde of God. He is compelled
by the sprete to preache the worde.
A When Phashur þe; preste, the sonne
of Emer, chefe in the house of þe;
Lorde, herde Ieremy preache so
stedfastly: note he smote Ieremy ∧
put him in the stockes, that are
by the hye gate of Ben Iamin, in the house
of the Lorde. The nexte daye folowynge
Phashur brought Ieremy out of þe; stockes
agayne. Then sayd Ieremy vnto him. The
Lorde shall call the nomore Phashur (that
is excellent and increasynge) but Magor (þt;
is fearfull ∧ afrayed) euery where. For thus
sayeth the Lorde: beholde, I wyll make the
afrayed, euen thy selfe, ∧ all that fauoure þe;:
which shall perish with the swearde of their
enemies, euen before thy face.
B And I wyll geue whole Iuda vnder the
power of the kynge of Babylon, which shal
carye some vnto Babyl&obar; presoners, ∧ slaye
some with the swearde. noteMoreouer, al the
substaunce of this lande, all their precious
and gorgeous worckes, all costlynes, and
all the treasure of the kynges of Iuda: wyl
I geue into þe; h&abar;des of their enemies, which
shall spoyle them, and carie them vnto Babil&obar;.
But as for the (O Phashur) thou shalt
be caried vnto Babil&obar; with all thine housholde,
∧ to Babylon shalt thou come, where
thou shalt dye, and be buried: thou and al
thy fauourers, to wh&obar; thou hast preached
lyes. O Lorde, Yf I am disceaued, then hast
thou disceaued me: thou hast dealt str&obar;gly,
and hast preuayled, and makest me stronge
agayne. noteAll the daye l&obar;ge am I despised, ∧
laughed to scorne of euery man: because I
haue now preached longe agaynst malycious
Tyranny, and shewed them of destruccion.
noteFor the whyche cause they cast the
word of the Lorde in my teeth, and take me
euer to the worst.
C Wherfore, I thought fr&obar; hence forth, not
to speake of him, ner to preache eny more in
his name. But the worde of the Lorde was
a very burnynge fyre in my hert and in my
bones, whiche when I wolde haue stopped,
I myght not. For why note I herde so many
derisions and blasphemies on euery syde of
me: complayne vpon him, saye they, and we
will tell his tale, yee euen of myne awne c&obar;panions,
and soch as were conuersant with
me: went about to murther me, saying vp&obar;
him, we shall one waye or other begyle him
and preuayle agaynst him, and be auenged
of hym.
But the Lord stode by me, lyke a myghtie
giaunt: therfore my persecutours fell, ∧
coulde do nothing. They shalbe sore confo&ubar;ded,
for they haue done vnwysely, they shal
haue an euerlastinge shame. noteAnd now, O
Lorde of Hostes, thou ryghteous searcher
(which knowest the reynes &abar;d the very hertes:)
let me se them punished, for vnto the I
commytte my cause.
D Synge vnto the Lorde, and prayse him,
for he hath deliuered the soule of the oppressed,
from the hande of the violent. noteCursed
be the daye, wherin I was borne, vnhappie
be the daye, wherin my mother brought me
forth. Cursed be the man, that brought my
father þe; tydinges to make him glad, say&ibar;g:
thou hast gotten a sonne. Let it happen vnto
that man, as to the cyties note which þe; Lord
turned vp syde downe. Lett him heare cryenge
in þe; mornynge, and at none daye lam&ebar;table
howlynge. Why slewest þu; not me, as
sone as I cam out of my mothers w&obar;be? O
that my mother had bene my graue her self,
that the byrth myghte not haue come out,
but remayned styll in her. noteWherfore cam
I forth of my mothers wombe? To haue experience
of laboure and sorowe? and to lead
my lyfe with shame?
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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