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 .xxi. Chapter.
¶ He threateneth the swerde, þt; is to saye, destruccyon
to the cytie of Ierusalem. He sheweth the fall
of Kynge Zedekiah. He is comma&ubar;ded to prophecy
the destruccyon of the chyldren of Ammon. After þe;
slaughter of other, at the last the Lord threateneth
deeth vnto Nabuchodonosor hym selfe.
A The worde of þe; Lord came to me,
sayinge: Thou sonne of man, set
thy face towarde Ierusal&ebar;, speake
agaynst the Sanctuary, and
prophecye agaynst the lande of
Israel, saye to þe; l&abar;de of Israel. Thus sayeth
the Lorde: Beholde, I wyll vpon the, ∧ will
drawe my swearde out of the sheath, ∧ rote
out of the both the ryghtuous ∧ the wycked
Seynge then þt; I will rote out of þe; both the
ryghtuous and wycked, therfore shall my
swearde go out of his sheath against all flesh
fr&obar; þe; north to þe; south: þt; all flesh maye knowe
howe þt; I the Lord haue draw&ebar; my swearde
out of þe; sheath, ∧ it shall not be put in againe
B Mourne therfore (O thou sonne of man)
þt; thy loynes crack withall, ye mourne bitterly
for th&ebar; &ibar; their pres&ebar;ce. And yf they saye,
wherfore mournest thou? Then tell th&ebar;: for
the tidynges that commeth, at the whych all
hertes shall melt, all handes shalbe letten downe,
all stomackes shall faynte, ∧ all knees
shall waxe feble. Beholde, it c&obar;meth ∧ shalbe
fulfylled, sayeth the Lorde God.
Agayne, the worde of the Lorde came vnto
me, sayinge. Thou sonne of man, prophecye,
and speake. Thus sayeth the Lord God:
speake. The swearde, the swearde is sharpened
∧ well scoured. Sharpened is it for the
slaughter, ∧ scoured that it maye be bryght.
C Shall we then make myrthe? Ag&ebar;st þe; note tribe
of my sonne it is gone forthe destroyinge all
trees. He hath putt his swearde to the dyghtinge,
þt; good holde maye be taken of it. This
swearde is sharpened ∧ dyght, that it maye
be geuen in to the hande of the manslayer.
Crye (O thou sonne of man, ∧ howle, for
this swearde shall smyte my people, ∧ all the
rulers in Israel) my people shalbe fearede
thorowe this swearde. Smite therfore thou
vp&obar; thy thyghe, for it is gone forthe to make
a tryall. And what a tryall shall this be, wh&ebar;
eu&ebar; my scepter shall be reproued? Yt shall not
be sayeth the Lorde God.
D Prophecy þu; sonne
of man, ∧ smyte thyne h&abar;des together: make
the swearde two edged, ye make it thre edged,
that manslayers swearde, þt; swearde of
the greate slaughter, whych shall smyte th&ebar;,
euen in their preuychambres: to make them
abashed ∧ faynt at the hertes, ∧ in all gates
to make some of them fall. I haue geu&ebar; that
fearfull swerde. O howe bryght and sharpe
is it, howe well dight ∧ mete for the slaughter.
Gett the some place alone, ether vp&obar; the
ryght hande or on the lefte, whyther so euer
thy face turneth. I wyll smyte my h&abar;des together
also ∧ satysfye my wrothfull indignacyon:
Euen I the Lorde haue sayde it.
The worde of the Lorde came yet vnto
me agayne sayinge. Thou sonne of m&abar;, make
þe; two stretes, þt; the swearde of the kynge
of Babylon maye come. Both these stretes
shall go out of one kynges l&abar;de. And chose þe;
a place, at the heade of the strete chose out a
corner. Make þe; a strete, þt; the swearde maye
come to warde Rabath of the Ammonites, ∧
to the stronge cytie of Ierusal&ebar;. For the kynge
of Babylon shall stande in the turnynge
of the waye,
E at the head of the two stretes:
note to aske co&ubar;cell at the sothe sayers, castinge
the lottes &wt; his arowes, to aske councell at
the Idole, and to loke in the lyuer. But þe; sothe
sayinge shall poynte to þe; ryght syde vp&obar;
Ierusalem, þt; he maye set men of warre, to
smyte it &wt; a greate noyse, to crye out Alar&ubar;,
to sett batell rammes agaynst the gates, to
graue vp dyches, ∧ to make bulworkes.
Neuertheles, as for the sothe sayinge, they
shall holde it but for vanite. And esteame th&ebar;
as those to whome they haue often sworne.
Notwithstandynge he shall remembre their
wyckednesse, so that by ryght they must be
taken ∧ wonne. Therfore sayeth the Lorde
God. For so moch as ye youre selues shewe
your offence, and haue opened youre wickednesse,
so that in all youre workes men maye
F
se your synnes: therfore ar ye come to rem&ebar;brance,
and ye shalbe taken by violence.
O thou shamefull wicked guyde of Israel
whose daye is come: euen the tyme that wickednesse
shall haue en ende. Thus sayeth the
Lorde God: take awaye the garland, ∧ put
of the crowne, and so is it awaye: the humble
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is exalted, and the proude brought lowe.
Punyshe, punyshe, yee, punyshe th&ebar; will I, ∧
destroye them: and that shall not be fulfylled
vntyll he come, to whom the iudgement belongeth,
∧ to wh&obar; I haue geuen it. And thou
(O sonne of man) prophecy, ∧ speake: Thus
sayeth the Lorde God to þe; chyldr&ebar; of note Ammon,
∧ to their blasphemy, speake thou: The
swearde,
G þe; swearde, is drawen forth all redy
to the slaughter, ∧ scoured to consume that it
glystreth (because thou hast loked þe; out vanyties,
and prophecyed lyes) þt; it maye come
vpon thy necke, lyke as vpon the other vngodly,
whych be slayne: whose daye came,
whan their wyckednesse was full.
Shulde I put it vp agayne? Naye I
wyll punyshe the, in þe; l&abar;de where thou wast
norished ∧ borne, and poure my indignacy&obar;
vpo&obar; the and wyll blowe vpon the in the fyre
of my wrath, and delyuer þe; vnto cruel people,
which are lerned to destroye. Thou shalt
fede the fyre and thy bloude shall be shed in þe;
lande, that thou mayest be put out of rem&ebar;braunce.
Euen I the Lorde haue spoken it.
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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