Matthew(i)
12 Thou sonne of man, make a lamentable complaynte ouer the kynge of Tyre, and tell hym: Thus sayth the Lorde God: Thou arte a seale of a lykenesse, full of wysdome & excellente beutye.
13 Thou hast ben in the pleasaunte garden of God: thou art dect with all maner of precyous stones: wyth Ruby, Topas, Christal, Iacincte, Onic, Iaspys, Saphyr, Smaragde, Carbuncle, and golde. Thy bewty and the holes that be in the, were set forthe in the daye of thy creacyon.
14 Thou arte a fayre Cherub, stretched wyde oute for to couer. I haue set the vpon the holye mounte of God, there hast thou bene, and walked among the fayre glysterynge stones.
15 From the tyme of thy creacyon thou haste bene ryghte excellent, tyll wyckednesse was founde in the.
16 Because of thy greate marchaundyse, thy hert is full of wickednesse, and thou haste offended. Therfore wyll I caste the from the mounte of God (O thou couerynge Cherub) and destroye the among the glisteryng stones.
17 Thy herte was proud in thy fayre beuty, & thorow thy beuty thou haste destroyed thy wysdom. I wil cast the doune to the ground, & that in the sight of kinges.
18 Thou haste defyled thy sanctuarye, wyth the great wyckednesse of thy vnryghteous occupyenge. I wyl brynge a fyre from the myddest of the, to consume the: and wyll make the to ashes, in the syghte of al them that loke vpon the.
19 All they that haue bene acquaynted with the amonge the Heathen shalbe abashed at the, seynge thou arte so cleane brought to naught, and commest no more vp.