Ezekiel 24:16-18 Thou sonne of man, beholde, I will take awaye the pleasure of thyne eyes wt a plage: yet shalt thou nether mourne, ner wepe, ner water thy chekes therfore:

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁶ Thou sonne of man, beholde, I will take awaye the pleasure of thyne eyes wt a plage: yet shalt thou nether mourne, ner wepe, ner water thy chekes therfore: ¹⁷ thou mayest mourne by thy self alone, but vse no deadly lamentacion. Holde on thy bonet, and put on thy shoes vpon thy fete, couer not thy face, & eat no mourners bread. ¹⁸ So I spake vnto the people by times in the mornyng, & at euen my wyfe dyed: then vpon the next morowe, I dyd as I was commaunded.