Ezekiel 15:2 Cross References - Great

² Thou sonne of man: What commeth of the vyne amonge all other trees? & of the wylde vyne stock amonge all other tymbre of the groaue?

³² For their vyne is of the vinyarde of Sodome, and of the feldes of Gomorra: Theyr grapes are grapes of gall, and their clusters be bytter. ³³ Their wyne is the poyson of draggons & the cruell gall of aspes.

⁸ Thou hast brought a vyne out of Egypte, thou hast cast out the Heathen, and planted it. ⁹ Thou madest rowme for it: and whan it had taken rote it fylled the lande. ¹⁰ The hylles were couered with the shadowe of it, and the bowes therof were lyke the goodly Cedre trees. ¹¹ She stretched out her braunches vnto the see, and her bowes vnto the ryuer. ¹² Why hast thou then broken downe her hedge, that all they whych go by, plucke of her grapes? ¹³ The wylde bore out of the wood doth rote it vp, and the wylde beastes of the felde deuoureth it. ¹⁴ Turne the agayne, thou God of Hostes, loke downe from heauen, beholde, and vyset thys vyne. ¹⁵ And the place of the vynyarde that thy ryght hande hath planted, and the braunch that thou madest so stronge for thy selfe.. ¹⁶ It is brent wyth fyre, and cut downe: and they shall perysh at the rebuke of thy countenaunce.

¹³ The fygge tree bringeth forth her fygges, and the vynes beare blossoms. & haue a good smel. O stande vp then & come my loue, my beutyfull, & come I saye

¹⁵ Get vs the foxes, yee the lytle foxes, that hurt the vynes, for oure vynes beare blosoms.

¹¹ I wente downe into the nutt garden, to se what grewe by the brokes, & to loke yf the vyneyarde florished, or yf the pomgranates were shot forth.

¹² In the mornynge wyll we go se the vyneyarde: we will se yf the vyne be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, and yf the pomgranates be shot out. There will I geue the my brestes:

¹¹ Salomon hath a vyneyarde at Baal Hamon, & this vyneyarde delyuered he vnto the kepers: that euery one for the frute therof shulde geue hym a thousande peces of syluer. ¹² My vyneyard is in my sight: thou (O Salomon) must haue a thousande, and the kepers two hundred with the frute.

¹ Now will I syng my beloued frende a songe of my frendes, because of hys vyneyarde. My beloued frende hath a vyneyarde in a very frutefull plenteous grounde. ² This he hedged, thys he walled rounde aboute, and planted it with goodly grapes. In the myddest of it buylded he a towre, and made a wyne presse therin. And afterwarde when he loked that it shulde brynge him grapes, it brought forth thornes. ³ Now therfore (O ye Cytysens of Ierusalem and whole Iuda:) Iudge I praye you betwixte me, and my vyneyard. ⁴ What more could haue bene done for it that I haue not done? Wherfore then hath it geuen thornes, where I loked to haue had grapes of it? ⁵ Well, now I shall tell you how I wyll do with my vyneyarde: I will take the hedge from it, that it maye perysh, and breake downe the wall, that it maye be troden vnder fote. ⁶ I will laye it waste, that it shall nether be digged nor cut, but beare thornes and brears. I will also forbyd the cloudes that they shall not rayne vpon it. ⁷ As for the vyneyarde of the Lord of hostes it is the house of Israel, and whole Iuda hys fayre planting. Of these he loked for equite, but se there is wrong: for ryghteousnesse, lo, It is but mysery.

²³ Be glad ye heauens, whom the Lorde hath made for the Lorde hath dealte graciously wt hys people, let all that is here beneth vpon the earth, be ioyfull. Reioyse ye mountaynes and woddes, with all the trees therof: for the Lorde hath redemed Iacob, and wyll shewe hys glory vpon Israel.

²¹ where as I planted the as a noble vyne, & a good rote whose seed is all faithfull. How art thou turned then in to a bytter, vnfrutefull, & straunge grape?

¹ Israel was a goodly vyne, but he hath brought forth vnprofytable frute: yee, the more frute he had, the mo aulters he made: the more good I dyd to their lande, the more frendshype shewed they to their ymages.

¹² Therfore shall Sion (for youre sakes) be plowed lyke a felde Ierusalem shall become an heape of stones, and the hyll of the temple shall be turned to an hye wodde.

² Howle ye Fyrre trees for the Cedre is fallen, yee, all the proude are wasted awaye. Howle (O ye oke trees of Baasan) for the myghtye stronge wood is cut downe.

³³ Herken another symilitude Ther was a certaine man an housholder, whych planted a vineyarde, & hedged it rounde about, & made a wynepresse in it, & bilt a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, & went into a straung countre. ³⁴ And when the tyme of the frute drewe neare, he sent his seruauntes to the husbandmen that they myght receaue the frutes of it. ³⁵ And the husbandmen caught his seruauntes, & bet one, killed another, & stoned another. ³⁶ Againe, he sent other seruauntes, moo then the fyrst: and they dyd vnto them lykewyse. ³⁷ But last of all, he sent vnto them his awne sonne, saying: they wyll stande in awe of my sonne. ³⁸ But when the husbandmen sawe the sonne, they sayd amonge them selues: This is the heyre: come, let vs kyll him, & let vs enioye his inheritaunce ³⁹ And they caught hym, & thrust hym out of the vineyarde, & slewe him. ⁴⁰ When the Lord therfore of the vineyard commeth, what wil he do vnto those husbandmen? ⁴¹ They sayd vnto him: For asmoch as they be euell, he will cruellye destroye them, & will let out his vineyard vnto other husbandmen, which shall delyuer hym the frute in due seasons.

¹ And he beganne to speake vnto them by parables. A certayne man planted a vyneyarde, and compassed it aboute wt an hedge, and ordeined a wyne presse, and bylt a toure, and let it out to hyre vnto husbandmen, and went into a straunge countre. ² And when the tyme was come, he sent to the husbandmen a seruaunt, that he myght receaue of the husbandmen of the frute of the vyneyarde. ³ And they caught hym, and bet hym, and sent hym awaye agayne emptye. ⁴ And moreouer, he sent vnto them another seruaunt, and at hym they cast stones and brake hys heed, & sent him awaye agayne all to reuyled. ⁵ And agayne, he sent another, and him they kylled: and many other, beatynge some, and kyllinge some. ⁶ And so whan he had yet but one beloued sonne, he sent him also at the last vnto them, sayinge: they wyll feare my sonne. ⁷ But the husbandmen sayd amongest them selues: this is the heyre: come let vs kyl him, & the inheritaunce shalbe oures. ⁸ And they toke him & kylled him, & cast hym out of the vyneyard. ⁹ What shall therfore the Lorde of the vyneyarde do? He shall come, ad destroye the husbandmen, & let out the vyneyarde vnto other.

⁹ Then beganne he to put forth to the people thys parable: A certayne man planted a vyneyarde, and let it forth to husband men, and went hym selfe into a straunge countre for a greate season. ¹⁰ And when the tyme was come, he sent a seruaunt to the husband men, that they shulde geue hym of the frute of the vineyarde. And they bet hym, and sent hym, awaye emptye. ¹¹ And agayne, he sent yet another seruaunt. And hym they dyd beat, and entreated hym shamefully, and sent hym awaye emptye. ¹² Agayne, he sent the thyrde also, and hym they wounded, and cast hym out. ¹³ Then sayd the Lord of the vineyarde: what shall I do? I wyll sende my deare sonne: peraduenture they will stande in awe of him, when they se hym. ¹⁴ But when the husbandmen sawe hym, they thought within them selues, sayinge: this is the heyre, come, let vs kyll hym, that the enheritaunce maye be oures. ¹⁵ And they cast him out of the vineyarde, & kylled him. What shall the Lord of the vineiarde therfore do vnto them? ¹⁶ He shall come, & destroye these husbandmen, & shall let out hys vineyarde to other. When they hearde thys, they sayde: God forbyd.

¹ I am the true vyne, and my father is the husbandman. ² Euery braunche that beareth not frute in me, he will take awaye. And euery braunche that beareth frute, will he pourge, that it maye bring forth more frute. ³ Nowe are ye cleane thorow the wordes which I haue spoken vnto you. ⁴ Byde in me, and I in you. As the braunche cannot beare frute of it selfe, excepte it byde in the vyne: nomore can ye, except ye abyde in me. ⁵ I am the vyne, ye are the braunches. He that abydeth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth moche frute. For without me can ye do nothing. ⁶ If a man byde not in me, he is cast forth as a braunche, & is wythered: and men gather them: and cast them into the fyre, and they burne.