Bishops(i)
12 Thou sonne of man, take vp a lamentation vpon the king of Tyre, & tel him, thus sayth the Lord God: Thou sealest vp the summe, full of wysdome, & perfite beautie
13 Thou hast ben in the pleasaunt garden of God, thou art deckt with all maner of precious stones, with ruby, topas, diamond, thurkis, onyx, iasper, saphir, emeralde, carbuncle, and golde: the workemanship of thy timbrels and of thy pipes [that be] in thee, was prepared in the day that thou wast created
14 Thou art an annoynted Cherub, that couereth, and I haue set thee [in this dignitie,] thou wast vpon the holy mount of God, thou hast walked in the mids of the stones of fire
15 From the time of thy creation thou haste ben perfite in the wayes, till wickednesse was founde in thee
16 By the multitude of thy marchaundise they haue filled the mids of thee with crueltie, & thou haste sinned: I will cast thee as prophane out of the mount of God, & I will destroy thee O couering Cherub, from the mids of the stones of fire