Matthew(i)
14 The Lord of hostes hath sworne by him selfe, that he wyll ouer whelme the wt men lyke greshoppers in nombre, which with a corage shall crye Alatum Alarum agaynst the.
15 Yea euen the Lorde of hostes, that wyth his power made the earthe, with hys wysedome prepared the rounde worlde, and with his discrecyon spred oute the heauens.
16 As soone as he letteth hys voyce be hearde, the waters in the ayre waxe fearce: He draweth vp the cloudes from the endes of the earthe. He turneth the lyghtenynges to rayne, he bryngeth the wyndes oute of theyr secrete places.
17 By the reason of wysdome, all men are become fooles. Confounded be all the casters of ymages for the thynge that they make is but disceyte, and hath no breath.
18 Vayne is it and worthye to be laughed at: and in the tyme of vysitacion it shall peryshe.
19 Neuertheles, the porcyon of Iacob is none soch: but he that made al thinges, whose name is the Lorde of hostes, he is the rode of hys enherytaunce.
20 Thou breakest my weapens of warre, and yet thorowe the I haue scatered the nacyons & kyngdomes:
21 Thorow the haue I scatred horse and horse man: yea the charettes, and suche as sat vpon them:
22 Thorowe the I haue scatred man and woman, olde & yong, bacheler and mayden.
23 Thorowe the I haue scatred the shepherde and hys flocke, the husbandeman and hys cattell, the prynces and the rulers.
24 Therfore wyl I rewarde the citie of Babylon and all her cytesens the Caldees with all the euyll whiche they haue done vnto Syon: yea that ye youre selues shall se it, sayeth the Lorde.
25 Beholde, I come vpon the (thou noysome hyll) sayeth the Lorde, thou that destroyest all landes. I wyll stretche out my hande ouer the, and caste the doune from the stony rockes: and wyll make the a brente hyll,