Matthew(i)
9 Crye out these thinges among the Gentiles, proclame warre, wake vp the gyauntes, let them drawe nye, let them come vp all the lustye warryours of them.
10 Make you sweardes of youre plowshares, and speares of youre sycles & sythes. Let the weake man saye: I am stronge.
11 Mustre you, and come, all ye heathen round about: gather you together, there shall the Lorde laye all thy gyauntes to the grounde.
12 Let the people aryse, & get them to the valleye of Iosaphat, for there wyll I sit, & iudge all Heathen rounde about.
13 Laye to youre sythes, for the haruest is rype: come, get you doune: the winepresse is ful, yea the wynepresses runne ouer, for theyr wickednesse is waxen greate.
14 In the valleye appoynted, there shalbe many, many people: for the daye of the Lorde is nye in the valleye appoynted.
15 The sunne and mone shalbe darkened, & the starres shal withdrawe theyr light.
16 The Lorde shal roare oute of Syon, and crye oute of Ierusalem, that the heauens & the earthe shall quake wythal. But the Lorde shalbe a defence vnto his owne people, & a refuge for the chyldren of Israel.