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| 50:1 | Thus sayth the Lord: where is the byll of your mothers deuorcement, that I sent her awaye? or who is the vsurer, to whom I solde you? Beholde, for your awne offences are ye solde, & because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsaken. |
| 50:2 | For why wolde no man receaue me, when I came? and when I called, no man gaue me answere. Is my hande shortened that it might not helpe? or haue I not power to deliuer? lo, at a worde I dryncke vp the see and of water floudes I make drye lande: so that for want of water, the fyshe corrupt and dye for thurst. |
| 50:3 | As for heauen, I clothe it with darcknesse, and put as it were a sack vpon it. |
| 50:4 | The Lorde God hath geuen me a well lerned tonge, so that I can confort them which are troubled: yee, and that in due ceason. He wakeneth myne eare vp by tymes in the mornynge: by tymes in the morninge, I saye, he will waken myne eare, that I myght herken as to the scole masters. |
| 50:5 | The Lord God hath opened myne eare, therfore can I nott saye, naye: ner withdrawe my selfe: |
| 50:6 | but I offre my backe vnto the smyters, & my chekes to the nippers. I turne not my face from shame and spittyng, |
| 50:7 | & the Lord God shall helpe me: therfore shall I not be confounded. I haue hardened my face like a flynt stone, for I am sure, that I shall not come to confusion. |
| 50:8 | He is at hand that iustifieth me, who will then go wt me to lawe? Let vs stande one against another: yf there be any that wyll reason with me, let hym come here forth to me. |
| 50:9 | Beholde, the Lorde God standeth by me, what is he then that can condempne me? lo, they shalbe all like as an olde clothe, the mothe shall eate them vp. |
| 50:10 | Therfore, whoso feareth the Lord among you, let him heare the voyce of his seruaunt, Whoso walketh in darcknesse, and no lyght shyneth vpon him, lett hym put hys trust in the name of the Lorde, and holde him by his God. |
| 50:11 | But take hede, ye all kyndle a fyre of the wrath of God, and stere vp the coales: walke on in the glistering of your awne fyre & in the coales that ye haue kindled. This cometh vnto you fro my hande, namely that ye shall slepe in sorowe. |
| 50:1 | The Lord seith these thingis, What is this book of forsakyng of youre modir, bi which Y lefte her? ether who is he, to whom Y owe, to whom Y seeld you? For lo! ye ben seeld for youre wickidnessis, and for youre grete trespassis Y lefte youre modir. |
| 50:2 | For Y cam, and no man was; Y clepide, and noon was that herde. Whether myn hond is abreggid, and maad litil, that Y mai not ayenbie? ether vertu is not in me for to delyuere? Lo! in my blamyng Y schal make the see forsakun, `ether desert, Y schal sette floodis in the drie place; fischis without watir schulen wexe rotun, and schulen dye for thirst. |
| 50:3 | Y schal clothe heuenes with derknessis, and Y schal sette a sak the hilyng of tho. |
| 50:4 | The Lord yaf to me a lerned tunge, that Y kunne susteyne hym bi word that failide; erli the fadir reisith, erli he reisith an eere to me, that Y here as a maister. |
| 50:5 | The Lord God openede an eere to me; forsothe Y ayenseie not, Y yede not abak. |
| 50:6 | I yaf my bodi to smyteris, and my chekis to pulleris; Y turnede not a wei my face fro men blamynge, and spetynge on me. |
| 50:7 | The Lord God is myn helpere, and therfor Y am not schent; therfor Y haue set my face as a stoon maad hard, and Y woot that Y schal not be schent. |
| 50:8 | He is niy, that iustifieth me; who ayenseith me? stonde we togidere. Who is myn aduersarie? neiye he to me. |
| 50:9 | Lo! the Lord God is myn helpere; who therfor is he that condempneth me? Lo! alle schulen be defoulid as a cloth, and a mouyte schal ete hem. |
| 50:10 | Who of you dredith the Lord, and herith the vois of his seruaunt? Who yede in dercnessis and liyt is not to hym, hope he in the name of the Lord, and triste he on his God. |
| 50:11 | Lo! alle ye kyndlynge fier, and gird with flawmes, go in the liyt of youre fier, and in the flawmes whiche ye han kyndlid to you. This is maad of myn hond to you, ye schulen slepe in sorewis. |
| 50:1 | Thus saieth the LORDE: Where is the bill of yor mothers deuorcemet, that I sent vnto her? or who is the vsurer, to who I solde you? Beholde, for youre owne offeces are ye solde: & because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsake. |
| 50:2 | For why wolde no ma receaue me, when I came? & when I called, no man gaue me answere. Was my hode clene smyte of, that it might not helpe? or, had I not power to delyuer? lo, at a worde I drike vp the see, & of water floudes I make drie lode: so yt for want of water, the fish corruppe, and die of thurst. |
| 50:3 | As for heauen, I clooth it with darcknesse, and put a sack vpon it. |
| 50:4 | The LORDE God hath geue me a wel lerned tuge, so that I can conforte them which are troubled, yee & yt in due season. He waked myne eare vp by tymes in ye mornynge (as ye scolemasters do) yt I might herke. |
| 50:5 | The LORDE God hath opened myne eare, therfore ca I not saye naye, ner wt drawe myself, |
| 50:6 | but I offre my backe vnto ye smyters, and my chees to the nyppers. I turne not my face fro shame ad spittinge, |
| 50:7 | for the LORDE God helpeth me, therfore shal I not be cofounded. I haue hardened my face like a flynt stone, for I am sure, that I shal not come to confucion. |
| 50:8 | Myne aduocate speaketh for me, who wil then go with me to lawe? Let vs stode one agaynst another: yf there be eny that wil reason with me, let him come here forth to me. |
| 50:9 | Beholde, the LORDE God stondeth by me, what is he that can condempne me? lo, they shalbe all like as an olde cloth, which ye mothes shal eate vp. |
| 50:10 | Therfore who so feareth the LORDE amoge you, let him heare the voyce of his seruaut. Who so walketh in darcknesse, & no light shyneth vpo him, let him hope in the LORDE, and holde him by his God. |
| 50:11 | But take hede, ye haue all kyndled a fyre, and gyrded youre selues with the flame: Ye walke in the glistrige of youre owne fyre, and in the flame that ye haue kyndled. This cometh vnto you fro my honde, namely, yt ye shal slepe in sorowe. |
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