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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.