Ezekiel 7
Ezekiel chapter 7 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 Joth. He schal yyue the cheke to a man that smytith hym; he schal be fillid with schenschipis. 2 Caph. For the Lord schal not putte awei with outen ende. 3 Caph. For if he castide awei, and he schal do merci bi the multitude of hise mercies. 4 Caph. For he makide not low of his herte; and castide not awei the sones of men. Lameth. 5 That he schulde al to-foule vndur hise feet alle the boundun men of erthe. Lameth. 6 That he schulde bowe doun the dom of man, in the siyt of the cheer of the hiyeste. 7 Lameth. That he schulde peruerte a man in his dom, the Lord knew not. 8 Men. Who is this that seide, that a thing schulde be don, whanne the Lord comaundide not? 9 Men. Nether goodis nether yuels schulen go out of the mouth of the hiyeste. 10 Men. What grutchide a man lyuynge, a man for hise synnes? 11 Nun. Serche we oure weies, and seke we, and turne we ayen to the Lord. 12 Nun. Reise we oure hertis with hondis, to the Lord in to heuenes. 13 Nun. We han do wickidli, and han terrid thee to wraththe; therfor thou art not able to be preied. 14 Sameth. Thou hilidist in stronge veniaunce, and smitidist vs; thou killidist, and sparidist not. 15 Sameth. Thou settidist a clowde to thee, that preier passe not. 16 Sameth. Thou settidist me, drawing vp bi the roote, and castynge out, in the myddis of puplis. 17 Ayn. Alle enemyes openyden her mouth on vs. 18 Ayn. Inward drede and snare is maad to vs, profesie and defoulyng. 19 Ayn. Myn iyen ledden doun departyngis of watris, for the defoulyng of the douyter of my puple. 20 Phe. Myn iye was turmentid, and was not stille; for no reste was. 21 Phe. Vntil the Lord bihelde, and siy fro heuenes. 22 Phe. Myn iye robbide my soule in alle the douytris of my citee. 23 Sade. Myn enemyes token me with out cause, bi huntyng as a brid. 24 Sade. My lijf slood in to a lake; and thei puttiden a stoon on me. 25 Sade. Watris flowiden ouer myn heed; Y seide, Y perischide. 26 Coph. Lord, Y clepide to help thi name, fro the laste lake. 27 Coph. Thou herdist my vois; turne thou not awei thin eere fro my sobbyng and cries.
