Great(i)
1 The worde of the Lorde came vnto me on thys maner:
2 The I call, O thou sonne of man. Thus sayeth the Lorde God vnto the lande of Israel: The ende commeth, vpon the lande of Israel yee, verely the ende commeth vpon all the foure corners of the lande.
3 But nowe shall the ende come vpon the for I wyll sende my wrath vpon the, & will punyshe the: accordynge to thy wayes, & rewarde the after all thyne abhominacions.
4 Myne eye shall not ouerse the, nether will I spare the: but rewarde the, accordyng to thy wayes, and declare thyne abhominacyons. Then shall ye knowe, that I am the Lorde.
5 Thus sayeth the Lord God: Beholde, one misery and plage shall come after another.
6 the ende is here. The ende (I saye) is come, it watched for the, beholde it is come all ready,
7 thy destructyon is erlye come agaynst the, that dwellest in the lande. The tyme is at hande, the daye of sedicion is harde by, & the crye shall not be as the soundinge agayne of the mountaynes.
8 Therfore, I wyll shortly pour out my sore displeasure ouer the, and fulfyll my wrath vpon the. I wyll iudge the after thy wayes, and recompence the all thy abhominacyons.
9 Myne eye shall not ouerse the, nether wyll I spare the: but rewarde the after thy wayes, & thyne abhominacions shall be punished in the middes of the, to learne you for to knowe, howe that I am the Lord that smyteth.
10 Beholde, the daye is here the daye is come, the houre is runne out, the rodde florisheth, pryde waxeth grene,
11 malicyous violence is growne vp, and the vngodly waxen to a staf. None of them shal remayne ouer, none of their riches, not one of ther seede, and no lamentacion shall be made for them.
12 The tyme commeth, the daye draweth nye: Who so byeth, lett him not reioyce: he that selleth, let hym not be sory: for why. Trouble shall come in the myddest of them all: