Isaiah 50 Thus sayth the Lord: where is the byll of your mothers deuorcement, that I sent her awaye? or who is the vsurer, to whom I solde you? Beholde, for your awne offences are ye solde, & because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsaken.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Thus sayth the Lord: where is the byll of your mothers deuorcement, that I sent her awaye? or who is the vsurer, to whom I solde you? Beholde, for your awne offences are ye solde, & because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsaken. ² For why wolde no man receaue me, when I came? and when I called, no man gaue me answere. Is my hande shortened that it might not helpe? or haue I not power to deliuer? lo, at a worde I dryncke vp the see and of water floudes I make drye lande: so that for want of water, the fyshe corrupt and dye for thurst. ³ As for heauen, I clothe it with darcknesse, and put as it were a sack vpon it. ⁴ The Lorde God hath geuen me a well lerned tonge, so that I can confort them which are troubled: yee, and that in due ceason. He wakeneth myne eare vp by tymes in the mornynge: by tymes in the morninge, I saye, he will waken myne eare, that I myght herken as to the scole masters. ⁵ The Lord God hath opened myne eare, therfore can I nott saye, naye: ner withdrawe my selfe: ⁶ but I offre my backe vnto the smyters, & my chekes to the nippers. I turne not my face from shame and spittyng, ⁷ & the Lord God shall helpe me: therfore shall I not be confounded. I haue hardened my face like a flynt stone, for I am sure, that I shall not come to confusion. ⁸ He is at hand that iustifieth me, who will then go wt me to lawe? Let vs stande one against another: yf there be any that wyll reason with me, let hym come here forth to me. ⁹ Beholde, the Lorde God standeth by me, what is he then that can condempne me? lo, they shalbe all like as an olde clothe, the mothe shall eate them vp. ¹⁰ Therfore, whoso feareth the Lord among you, let him heare the voyce of his seruaunt, Whoso walketh in darcknesse, and no lyght shyneth vpon him, lett hym put hys trust in the name of the Lorde, and holde him by his God. ¹¹ But take hede, ye all kyndle a fyre of the wrath of God, and stere vp the coales: walke on in the glistering of your awne fyre & in the coales that ye haue kindled. This cometh vnto you fro my hande, namely that ye shall slepe in sorowe.