Great(i) 1 The worde of the Lorde came vnto me, sayinge: 2 Thou sonne of man: What commeth of the vyne amonge all other trees? & of the wylde vyne stock amonge all other tymbre of the groaue? 3 Do men take wodd of it, to make any worcke with all? Or maye there a nayle be made of it, to hange any thynge 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 asshes. Is it mete then for any worcke? No. 5 Seynge then, that it was mete for no worcke, beinge whole: moch lesse maye there any thinge be made of it, when the fyre hath consumed & brent it. 6 And therfore thus sayeth the Lorde God: Lyke as I cast the vyne into the fyre for to be brent, as other trees of the wodd: Euen so will I do with them that dwell in Ierusalem, 7 & set my face agaynst them: they shall go out from the fyre, & yet the fyre shall consume them. Then shall ye knowe, that I am the Lorde, when I set my face agaynst them, 8 & make the lande waste: because they haue so sore offended, sayeth the Lorde God.