Jeremiah 13

Great^{(i) 1} Thus sayth the Lord vnto me: go thy waye, & get me a lynnen breche, & gyrde it aboute thy loynes, & let it not be wet. ² Then I got me a breche, accordynge to the commaundement of the Lorde, and put it aboute my loynes. ³ After this the seconde tyme, the Lorde spake vnto me agayne. ⁴ Take the breche that thou hast prepared & put about the, & get the vp, & go vnto Euphrates & hyde it in a hole of the rock. ⁵ So went I, & hydd it at Euphrates, as the Lord commaunded me. ⁶ And it happened longe after this, that the Lorde spake vnto me. Up, & get the to Euphrates, and fet the breche from thence, which I commaunded the to hyde there. ⁷ Then went I to Euphrates, & dygged vp, & toke the breche from the place where I had hyd it: & beholde, the breche was corrupt, so that it was profitable for nothynge. ⁸ Then sayde the Lorde vnto me. ⁹ Thus sayeth the Lorde. Euen so wyll I corrupte the pryde of Iuda, & the hye mynde of Ierusalem. ¹⁰ This people is a wicked people, they wyll not heare my worde, they folowe the wicked ymaginacyons of their awne herte, & hange vpon straunge Goddes, them they serue & worshyppe: & therfore they shalbe as this breche, that serueth for nothynge. ¹¹ For as straytely as a breche lyeth vpon a mans loynes, so straytely dyd I bynde the whole house of Israel, and the whole house of Iuda vnto me, sayeth the Lorde: that they myght be my people: that they myght haue a glorious name: that they myght be in honour: but thei wold not obeye me. ¹² Therfore laye this rydle before them, & saye: Thus sayeth the Lorde God of Israell: Euery pot shalbe fylled wt wyne. And they shal saye: thynckest thou we knowe not, that euery pot shalbe fylled wt wyne? ¹³ Then shalt thou saye vnto them. Thus sayeth the Lord: Behold, I shall fyll all the inhabitours of thys lande wt dronckennes, the kynges that syt vpon Dauids stole, the prestes & prophetes, wt all that dwell at Ierusalem. ¹⁴ And I wyll sett them one agaynst another, ye, the fathers agaynst the sonnes, sayeth the Lorde. I wyll not pardon them, I wyll not spare them, ner haue pytie vpon them: but destroye them. ¹⁵ Be obedient, geue eare, take not disdayne at it, for it is the Lord him selfe that speaketh. ¹⁶ Honoure the Lord your God here in, or he take hys lyght from you, & or euer youre fete stomble in darcknesse at the hyll: lest when ye loke for the lyght, he turne it into the shadowe & darcknesse of death, ¹⁷ But yf ye wyll not heare me, that geue you secrete warnyng, I wyll mourne from my whole hert for youre stubburnes. Pyteously wyll I wepe, & the teares shall gusshe out of myne eyes. For the Lordes flocke shall be caryed awaye captyue. ¹⁸ Tell the kynge & the quene: Humble youre selues, sett you downe lowe, for your dignytye shall be throwne downe & the crowne of your glory shall fall from youre head. ¹⁹ The cyties towarde the south shalbe shut vp, & no man shall open them. All Iuda shallbe caryed awaye captyue, so that none shall remayne. ²⁰ Lyft vp your eyes, & beholde them that come from the North wher is the flocke (o thou lande) that was gyuen the. And wher are thy fatt & ryche sheape. ²¹ To whom wylt thou make thy mone, when the ennemy shall come vpon the? for thou hast taught them thy selfe, & made them masters ouer the. Shall not sorowe come vpon the, as on a woman trauayllyng wt child? ²² And yf thou woldest saye them in thyne herte. Wherfore come these thynges vpon me? Euen for the multytude of thy blasphemyes, shal thy hynder partes & thy fete be discouered. ²³ For lyke as the man of Iude maye chaunge his skynne, & the cat of the mountayne her spottes: so maye ye that be excercysed in euell, do good. ²⁴ Therfore wyll I scatre them, lyke as the stoble that is taken awaye wyth the south wynde. ²⁵ Thys shall be youre porcion, & the porcion of your measure, wherwith ye shalbe rewarded of me, sayeth the lorde: because ye haue forgotten me, & put youre trust in dysceatfull thynges. ²⁶ Therfore shall I turne thy clothes ouer thy heade, & discouer thy thyghes, that thy preuyties maye be sene, ²⁷ thy aduoutry, thy deedly malyce, thy beastlinesse, & thy shamefull whordome. For vpon the feldes and hylles I haue sene thy abhominacyons. Wo be vnto the (o Ierusalem) when wylt thou euer be clensed eny more?