Great(i)
25 Beholde, I come vpon the, thou noysome hill, sayth the Lorde: thou that destroyest all landes: I wyll stretche oute my hande ouer the, and cast the downe from the stony rockes: and will make the a brent hill:
26 so that nether corner stones, ner pinacles, ner foundatyons of stones shalbe taken eny more out of the, but wast and desolate shalt thou lye for euermore, sayth the Lorde.