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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 .ij. Chapter. ¶ The people is called vnto repentaunce.

A   Tell youre brethren, that they are my people: and youre systerne, that they haue optayned mercy. As for &rhand; youre mother, ye shall chyde &wt;

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her, and reproue her note for she is not my wyfe, nether am I her husbande, onlesse she put awaye her whordome out of my syght, ∧ her aduoutry fr&obar; her brestes. If no I shall stryppe her naked, ∧ sett her note euen as she came into the worlde: yee, I shall laye her waste, &abar;d make her lyke a wyldernesse, ∧ slaye her for thyrste. I shall haue no pite also vp&obar; her childr&ebar; note for they be the chyldren of fornicacyon.

Their mother hath brok&ebar; her wedlocke, and she that bare th&ebar; note is come to confusion. For she sayd: &rhand; I will go after my louers, þt; geue me my water and my bread, my woll ∧ flaxe, my oyle and my dryncke. B   But I will hedge her waye with thornes, and stoppe it, that she shall not fynde her fotesteppes: and though she runne after her louers, yet shall she not get them: she shall seke them, but not fynde them. noteThen shall she saye: well, I wyll go turne againe to my fyrst housb&abar;de, for at þt; tyme was I better at ease, th&ebar; nowe But this wolde she not knowe, where as I yet gaue her corne, wyne, oyle, syluer ∧ gold note whych she hath hanged vpon Baal.

Wherfore, &rhand; nowe will I go take my corne and wyne agayne in their season, and fet agayne my woll ∧ my flax, whych I gaue her, to couer her shame. noteAnd nowe will I discouer her foolyshnesse, euen in the syght of her louers, ∧ no man shall delyuer her out of my h&abar;des. Moreouer, I will take awaye all her myrth note her holy dayes, C   her newmoones; her Sabbathes and all her sol&ebar;pne feastes: I wyll destroye her vyneyardes ∧ fygg trees, though she sayeth: lo, heare are my rewardes, that my louers haue geuen me. I wyll make it a wodde, and wylde beestes shall eate it vp. I wyll punysh her also for þe; dayes of Baal note wherin she censed hym, deckynge hym wyth her earynges ∧ cheynes: wh&ebar; she folowed her louers, and forgat me, sayeth the Lorde.

Wherfore beholde, I wyll call her agayne bringe her into a wyldernes, ∧ speake fr&ebar;dly vnto her: D   there will I geue her her vyniardes agayne, yee ∧ the note valley of Achor also to shewe her hope and comforte. Then shall she synge there note as in the tyme of her youth, and note lyke as in the daye when she came out of the l&abar;de of Egypte. Then (sayeth þe; Lorde she shall saye vnto me) O my housbande, ∧ shall call me nomore Baal: for I wyll take awaye those names of Baal fr&obar; her mouth, yee, she shall neuer rem&ebar;bre their names eny more. noteTh&ebar; wyll I make a couenaunt with them, with the wylde beastes, with the foules of the ayre, and wyth euery thynge that crepeth vpon the earth.

noteAs for bowe, swerde and battel, I will destroye soch out of the lande, ∧ wyll make th&ebar; to slepe safely. noteThus wyll I mary the vnto myne awne selfe for euermore: yee, eu&ebar; to my selfe wyll I mary þe;, in ryghteousnesse, in equite, in louynge kyndnesse and mercy. In fayth also wyll I mary the vnto my selfe, and thou shalt knowe the Lorde. At the same tyme wyll I shewe my selfe frendly ∧ gracyous vnto the heuens, sayeth the Lord: and the heau&ebar;s shall helpe the earth and the earth shall helpe the corne, wyne and oyle, ∧ they shall helpe Iesrael. noteI wyll sowe them vpon earth, for a sede to myne amne selfe, note ∧ wyll haue mercy vpon her, that was wythout mercy. And to them whych were not my people, I wyll saye: thou art my people and he shall saye: thou art my God.
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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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