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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 .iiij. Chapter. ¶ The true repentaunce or returnynge to God. He exhorteth to the circumcisyon of þe; herte. The destruccion of Iewry is prophecyed, for the malyce of their hertes.

A   O Israel, yf þu; wylt turne the, then turne vnto me, sayeth the Lorde. And yf þu; wylt put awaye thyne abhominacyons out of my syght, þu; shalt not be moued: note And shalt sweare: The Lord lyueth: in trueth, in equyte and ryghteousnesse: and all people shall be fortunable ∧ ioyfull in him. For thus sayeth þe; Lorde, to all Iuda ∧ Ierusal&ebar;: plowe your lande, and sowe not amonge the thornes.

noteBe circ&ubar;cysed in þe; Lorde, and cut awaye the foreskynne of youre hertes, all yee of Iuda, and all the indwellers of Ierusal&ebar;: note that my indignacy&obar; breake not out lyke fyre and kyndle, so þt; no man maye quench it, because of the wyckednes of youre ymaginacyons.

B    notePreach in Iuda and Ierusal&ebar;, crye out and speake: blowe the tr&obar;pettes in the lande, crye þt; euery m&abar; maye heare gather together, ∧ saye: Gather you together, and we will go into str&obar;ge cyties. Set vp þe; token in Sy&obar;, spede you, and make no tari&ebar;ge: note for I wyll bringe a greate plage, and a greate destruccyon from the north. For the spoyler of the Gentyles is broken vp from his place, as a ly&obar; out of his denne, that he maye make thy

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lande waste, and destroy the cyties, so that no man maye dwel therin. Wherfore, gyrd your selues aboute with sacke clothe, mourne, and wepe, for the fearful wrath of the Lord is not withdrawen from vs.

C   At the same tyme (sayth the Lorde) the herte of the kynge and of the princes shall be gone, the preastes shalbe astonisshed, and the Prophetes shalbe sore afrayed. Then sayd I: O Lorde God, hast thou then disceyued this people and Ierusalem, saying: note ye shal haue peace, and nowe the swearde goeth thorowe theyr lyues: Then shall it be sayde to the people ∧ Ierusal&ebar;: note a stronge wynde in the hye places of the wyldernesse c&obar;meth thorow the waye of my people, but neyther to fan, nor to cleanse.

D   After that, shall there come vnto me a stronge wynde from those places, and then wyll I also gyue sentence vpon them. For lo, he commeth downe lyke as a cloude, and his charrettes are lyke a stormye wynde: note His horsemen are swyfter then þe; Egle. Woo vnto vs, for we are destroyed. O Ierusalem, note wash thyne hert fr&obar; wickednesse, that thou mayest be helped. How long shal thy noysom thoughtes remayne with the?

For a voyce from Dan and from the hyl of Ephraim speaketh out, and telleth of a destruction. Rem&ebar;bre þe; Heythen, and gyue Ierusal&ebar; warnyng, and preache vnto her, that watchers ouer her are c&obar;myng from far co&ubar;tryes. They haue cryed out agaynst þe; cities of Iuda. And they haue beset her aboute in euery place lyke as the watchmen in the feld: note For they haue prouoked me to wrath, sayth the Lorde.

E    noteThy wayes and thy thoughtes, haue brought the vnto this, suche is thyne owne wyckednesse and disobedyence: and bycause it is a bytter thing, it hath strik&ebar; the to þe; hert Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou cry) how is my hert so sore? my hert p&abar;teth within me: I cannot be styll, for I haue herde the crying of the trompettes, and peales of warre.

They crye: murther vpon murther, the hole lande shal perish. Immediatlye, my tentes were destroyed, and my hangynges in the twynkelynge of an eye. How longe shall I se the tokens of warre, and heare the noyse of the trompettes?

F   Neuerthelesse, this shall come vpon them, note bycause my people is become foolysshe, and hath not knowen me. noteThey are the children of foolysshnesse, and without any discretion. To doo euyll, they haue wyt ynoughe: but to doo well, they haue no wysdome. I haue loked vpon the erth, and se: it was waste and voyde. I loked towarde heauen, and it had no shyne.

I behelde the mountaynes, and lo, they trembled, and all the hylles were in a feare. I loked aboute me, and there was no bodye, and all the byrdes of the ayre were awaye. I marked wel, and the plowed felde was become waste: yea, all theyr cyties were broken downe at the presence of the Lorde, and indignacion of his wrath.

G   For thus hath the Lorde sayd: The whole lande shalbe desolate, yet wil I not then haue done. And therfore, shall the earth mourne, ∧ the heauen be sory aboue: for the thynge that I haue spok&ebar; to the Prophetes purposed and taken vpon me to do, shall not repent me, and I wil not go fr&obar; it. The hole lande shall flye, for the noyse of the horsemen and bowemen: they shal runne into tentes, into woddes, and clyme vp the stonye rockes. All þe; cyties shall be voyde, and noman dwellyng therin.

What wylt thou now do, thou beinge destroyed? noteFor though thou clothest thy selfe with scarlet, ∧ deckest the &wt; golde: note though thou payntest thy face with colours now, yet shalt thou trym thy selfe in vayne.

For those that hytherto haue bene thy greate fauourers, shall abhorre the, and goo about to slaye the. For I heare a noyse, lyke as it were of a woman trauaylynge, or one labourynge of her fyrst chylde: Eu&ebar; the voyse of the doughter Sy&obar;, that casteth out her armes. and swowneth, saying: Ah woo is me, how sore vexed and faint is my hert, for feare of the murtherers?
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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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