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6 He answered & sayde vnto me: This is the worde of the Lorde vnto Zorobabel, sayinge: Nether thorow an hooste of men nor thorowe strengthe, but thorowe my sprete, sayeth the Lorde of hoostes.
7 What art thou thou great mountayne, before Zorobabel? thou must be made euen. And he shal brynge vp the fyrste stone, so that men shal crye vnto him good lucke good lucke.
8 Moreouer, the worde of the Lord came vnto me sayinge.
9 The handes of Zorobobel haue layed the foundacyon of the house: hys handes, shall also fynyshe it, that ye maye knowe howe that the Lorde of hoostes hath sent me vnto you.
10 For he that hath bene dispysed a lytle ceason, shall reioyce, when he seeth the tynne weyght in Zorobabels hande. The .vii. eyes are the Lordes whych go thorow the whole world.