Matthew(i)
1 The worde of the Lorde came vnto me on this maner:
2 The I call, O thou sonne of man. Thus sayeth the Lorde God vnto the lande of Israell: The ende commeth, yee verely the ende commeth vpon all the foure corners of the earth.
3 But now shall the ende come vpon the: for I wyll sende my wrath vpon the, and wyll punishe the accordynge to thy wayes, and rewarde the after all thy abhominacyons.
4 Myne eye shall not ouerse the, nether will I spare the, but rewarde the accordynge to thy wayes, and declare thy abhomynacyons. Then shall ye knowe, that I am the Lorde.
5 Thus sayeth the Lord God: Beholde, one mysery & plage shall come after anothr:
6 the ende is here. The ende (I saye) that wayteth for the, is come all readye,
7 the houre is come agaynst the, that dwellest in the lande. The tyme is at hande, the daye of sedicyon is hard by, and no glad tydynges vpon the mountaynes.
8 Therfore, I will shortly poure out my sore displeasure ouer the, and fulfyll my wrath vpon the. I will iudge the after thy wayes, and recompence the all thy abhominacyons.
9 Myne eye shall not ouerse the, nether will I spare the: but rewarde the after thy wayes, and shewe thy abhomynacions, to learne you for to knowe, how that I am the Lorde that smyteth.
10 Beholde, the daye is here the daye is come, the houre is runne oute, the rodde florisheth, wylfulnesse waxeth grene,
11 malicious violence is growne vp, and the vngodly waxen to a stafe. Yet shall there no complaynte be made for them, ner for the trouble that shall come of these thynges.
12 The tyme commeth, the daye draweth nye: Who so byeth, lett hym not reioyce: he that selleth, let hym not be sory: for why. Trouble shall come in the myddeste of all reste: