Coverdale(i) 1 The worde of the LORDE came vnto me, sayenge: 2 Thou sonne of man: What commeth of the vyne amonge all other trees? and of the wyne stocke, amoge all other tymbre of the groaue? 3 Do me take wodd of it, to make eny worke withall? Or maye there a nale be made of it, to hange eny thinge vpon? 4 Beholde, it is cast in the fyre to be brent, the fyre consumeth both the endes of it, the myddest is brent to a?shes. Is it mete then for eny worke? No. 5 Seinge then, that it was mete for no worke, beinge whole: moch lesse maye there eny thinge be made of it, when the fyre hath consumed and brent it. 6 And therfore thus saieth the LORDE God: Like as I cast the vyne in to the fyre for to be brent, as other trees of the wod: Euen so wil I do with them that dwell in Ierusalem, 7 and set my face agaynst them: they shall go out from the fyre, and yet the fyre shall consume them. Then shal ye knowe, that I am the LORDE, when I set my face agaynst them, 8 and make the londe waist: because they haue so sore offended, saieth the LORDE God.