Revelation 18:16 Cross References - Great

¹⁶ & saying: Alas, Alas, that gret cytie, that was clothed in raynes and purple, and scarlet, and decked with golde, and precious stones, & pearles:

¹⁹ Ther was a certayne ryche man, which was clothed in purple and fyne whyte, and fared deliciously euery dyae: ²⁰ And there was a certayne begger named Lazarus, which laye at his gate full of sores, ²¹ desyrynge to be refresshed with the cromes, which fell from the ryche mannes borde. The dogges came also, and lycked his sores, ²² And it fortuned, that the begger died, and was caryed by the angelles into Abrahams bosome. The riche man also dyed, and was buryed. ²³ And beynge in hell in tormentes, he lyfte vp hys eyes and sawe Abraham a farre of and Lazarus in hys bosome, ²⁴ and he cryed and sayde: father Abraham: haue mercy on me, and sende Lazarus, that he maye dyppe the typpe of hys fynger in water, and cole my tonge: for I am tormented in this flame. ²⁵ But Abraham sayde: Sonne remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, & contrary wyse, Lazarus receaued payne. But now is he conforted, and thou art punisshed. ²⁶ Beyonde all this, betwene vs and you ther is a greate space set, so that they which wolde go from hence to you, cannot: nether maye come from thence to vs. ²⁷ Then he sayd: I praye the therfore father, sende him to my fathers house. ²⁸ (For I haue fyue brethren) for to warne them, lest they also come into this place of tourment. ²⁹ Abraham sayde vnto him: they haue Moses and the Prophetes, let them heare them. ³⁰ And he sayde: naye father Abraham, but yf one come vnto them from the deed, they wyll repent. ³¹ He sayde vnto him: If they heare not Moses and the Prophetes, nether wyll they beleue, though one rose from deeth agayne.

⁴ And the woman was arayed in purple and rose coloure, and decked wyth golde, precious stone, and pearles, and had a cup of golde in her hande, full of abhominacions and fylthynes of her fornicacion.

¹⁰ & shall stande a farre of, for feare of her punishement, sayinge. Alas, Alas, that gret cytie Babylon, the myghtye citie: for at one hour is thy iudgement come. ¹¹ And the marchauntes of the erth shal wepe and wayle in them selues, for no man wyll bye theyr ware eny more,

¹⁹ And they cast dust on theyr heddes, and cryed wepyng, & waylyng, & sayde: Alas, Alas, that great cytie, wherin were made riche all that had shippes in the see, by the reason of her costlynes, for at one houre is she made desolate.