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3 Shew that obstinate housholde a parable, and speake vnto them: Thus sayeth the Lorde God: Gett the a potte, sett it on, and powre water into it:
4 put all the peces together in it, all the good peces: the loyne & the shulder, and fyl it with the best bones.
5 Take one of the best shepe, & an heape of bones withall: let it boyle well, & lett the bones sethe well therin.
6 With that sayde the Lorde God on thys maner. Wo be vnto the bloudy cytie of the pot, wherupon the rustynes hangeth, & is not yet scoured awaye. Take out the peces that are in it, one after another: there neade not lottes be cast therfore,
7 for the bloude is yet in it. Upon a playne drye stone hath she powred it, & not vpon the grounde, that it myght be couered wt dust.
8 And therfore haue I letten her powre her bloude vpon a playne drye stony rocke, because it shulde not be hyd, and that I myght brynge my wrothfull indignacyon & vengeaunce vpon her.
9 Wherfore, thus sayth the Lord God: O, wo be vnto the bloud thurstye cyte, for whom euen I my selfe will make a grett fyre and sett moche woode,
10 and kyndell the fyre and seath the fleashe, and spice the pott, so that the very bones shall be brent.
11 Moreouer I will sett the pott empty vpon the coles, so that his metall shall be brent & molten also for heate, & the fylthynes of yt shall be molten in yt, & the drosse of yt shal be consumed.
12 Thou tokest great payne thys to defyle thy selfe. And yt will not be purged from the exceadinge drosse in yt: but thorow fyre shall the drosse of yt be puryfyed.