Ezekiel 21:4-17 Seynge then that I will rote out of the both the ryghtuous and wycked, therfore shall my swearde go out of his sheath against all flesh from the north to the south:

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ Seynge then that I will rote out of the both the ryghtuous and wycked, therfore shall my swearde go out of his sheath against all flesh from the north to the south: ⁵ that all flesh maye knowe howe that I the Lord haue drawen my swearde out of the sheath, & it shall not be put in again ⁶ Mourne therfore (O thou sonne of man) that thy loynes crack withall, ye mourne bitterly for them in their presence. ⁷ And yf they saye, wherfore mournest thou? Then tell them: for the tidynges that commeth, at the whych all hertes shall melt, all handes shalbe letten downe, all stomackes shall faynte, & all knees shall waxe feble. Beholde, it commeth & shalbe fulfylled, sayeth the Lorde God. ⁸ Agayne, the worde of the Lorde came vnto me, sayinge. ⁹ Thou sonne of man, prophecye, and speake. Thus sayeth the Lord God: speake. The swearde, the swearde is sharpened & well scoured. ¹⁰ Sharpened is it for the slaughter, & scoured that it maye be bryght. Shall we then make myrthe? Agenst the tribe of my sonne it is gone forthe destroyinge all trees. ¹¹ He hath putt his swearde to the dyghtinge, that good holde maye be taken of it. This swearde is sharpened & dyght, that it maye be geuen in to the hande of the manslayer. ¹² Crye (O thou sonne of man, & howle, for this swearde shall smyte my people, & all the rulers in Israel) my people shalbe fearede thorowe this swearde. ¹³ Smite therfore thou vpon thy thyghe, for it is gone forthe to make a tryall. And what a tryall shall this be, when euen my scepter shall be reproued? Yt shall not be sayeth the Lorde God. ¹⁴ Prophecy thou sonne of man, & smyte thyne handes together: make the swearde two edged, ye make it thre edged, that manslayers swearde, that swearde of the greate slaughter, whych shall smyte them, euen in their preuychambres: ¹⁵ to make them abashed & faynt at the hertes, & in all gates to make some of them fall. I haue geuen that fearfull swerde. O howe bryght and sharpe is it, howe well dight & mete for the slaughter. ¹⁶ Gett the some place alone, ether vpon the ryght hande or on the lefte, whyther so euer thy face turneth. ¹⁷ I wyll smyte my handes together also & satysfye my wrothfull indignacyon: Euen I the Lorde haue sayde it.