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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.