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7 Therfore, nowe shall ye be the fyrst of them, that shall be led awaye captiue, and the lusty chere of the wylfull shall come to an ende.
8 The Lorde God hath sworne euen by him selfe (sayeth the Lorde God of Hostes) I hate the pryde of Iacob, and I abhorre his palaces: and I will geue ouer the cytie, with all that is therin:
9 so that though there remayne ten men in one house, they shall dye.
10 So their nexte kynsfolekes and the deed buriers shall take them, and cary awaye theyr bones, and saye vnto him, that is in the ynnermer house: is there yet eny mo by the? And he shall answere: they are all gone, holde thy tunge (shall he saye) for they wolde not remembre the name of the Lorde.
11 Beholde, the Lorde is mynded to smyte the greate houses, so that they shall decaye: and the lytle houses, that they shall cleue a sunder.