Great(i)
11 Moreouer, the worde of the Lorde came vnto me, sayeng:
12 Thou sonne of man, make a lamentable complaynte ouer the kynge of Tyre, and tell hym: Thus sayeth the Lorde God: thou art a seale of a lykenesse, full of wysdome & excellent bewty.
13 Thou hast bene in the pleasaunt garden of God: thou art deckte with al maner of precious stones: with Ruby, Topas, Crystall, Iacynte, Onix, Iaspis, Saphyr, Smaragde, Carbouncle, and golde. Thy bewty and the holes that be in the, were sett forth in the daye of thy creacyon.
14 Thou art a fayre Cherub exalted by the anoyntyng, stretched wyde out for to couer. I haue sett the in this dignyte vpon the holy mount of God, there hast thou bene, & walcked amonge the fayre glysteringe stones.
15 From the tyme of thy creacyon thou hast bene ryght excellent, tyll wickednes was founde in the.
16 Because of thy great marchaundise, thy hert is full of wyckednesse, & thou hast offended. Therfore, wyll I cast the from the mount of God (O thou couering Cherub) and destroye the amonge the glysterynge stones.
17 Thy hert was proude in thy fayre beuty, and thorow thy bewty thou hast destroyed thy wysdome. I will cast the downe to the grounde, & that in the sight of kynges.
18 Thou hast defyled thy Sanctuary, wt the greate wyckednes of thy vnryghteous occupyenge. I wyll bringe a fyre from the myddest of the, to consume the: & wyll make the to asshes, in the sight of all them that loke vpon the.
19 All they that haue bene acquaynted with the amonge the Heathen shalbe abasshed at the, seyng thou art so clene brought to naught, and commest nomore vp.