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.