Isaiah · Chapter 12

[ edit] And þou ſhalt ſei in þat day, I ſhal knouleche to þee, Lord, for wroþ þou art to me; turned is þi wodneſſe, and þou coumfortedeſt mee. Loo! God my ſaueour, feiþfulli I ſhal do, and not drede. For my ſtrengþe and my preiſing þe Lord, and he is mad to me in to helþe. Ȝee ſhul drawe watris in ioȝe of þe welles of þe ſaueour. And ȝee ſhul ſeyn in þat dai, Knoulecheþ to þe Lord, and inwardly clepiþ his name; knowen make ȝee in puples þe findingus of hym; haþ mynde, for heeȝ is his name. Syngeþ to þe Lord, for gret doendely he dide; telleþ out þis in al þe erþe. Ful out ioȝe, and preiſe, þou dwelling of Sion; for gret in þe myddel of þee þe hoeli of Irael.