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1 This is the heuy burthen of Babylon, which Esay the sonne of Amos dyd se.
2 Lyft vp the banner vpon the hye hyl, call vnto them, holde vp youre hande that the Prynces maye go in at the dore.
3 I haue sent for my debytes & my gyauntes (sayth the Lord) which shall execute wrath, I wyll call for soch, as triumphe in my glory.
4 There is a noyse of a multytude in the mountaynes, like as of a great people, a russhynge, as though the kyngdomes of the nacions came together. (And the Lord of Hostes, mustreth his armye to bataile.)
5 They come out of a farre countree, from the ende of heauen: Euen the Lord hym selfe wt the ministers of his wrath, to destroye the whole lande.
6 Mourne ye, for the daye of the Lord is at hande, and shall come as a destroyer from the almyghtie.
7 Therfore shall all handes be letten downe, & all mens hertes shal melt awaye,
8 they shall stande in feare, carefulnesse and sorow shall come vpon them, & they shall haue payne, as a woman that trauayleth with childe. One shall be abasshed of another, and their faces shall burne lyke the flamme of fyre.
9 Beholde, the daye of the Lord shall come, terrible, ful of indignacion, furoure & wrath to make the lande waste, & to roote out the synners therof.
10 For the starres & planetes of heauen shal not geue their lyght, the sunne shalbe darkened in the rysynge, and the moone shall not shyne with his lyght.
11 And I wyll punysh the wyckednesse of the worlde, and the synnes of the vngodly, sayeth the Lorde. The hye stomackes of the proude wyll I take awaye, and wyll laye downe the boastynge of tyrauntes.
12 I will make a man dearer then fyne golde, and a man to be more worth then a golden wedge of Ophir.
13 Therfore, I wyll shake the heauen, and the earth shall remoue out of her place: in the wrath of the Lord of hostes, and in the daye of hys fearfull indignacion.
14 And Babylon shalbe as an hunted or chased doo, and as a shepe that no man taketh vp. Euery man shall turne to hys awne people, and flye eche one into his awne lande.