Isaiah · Chapter 14

[ edit] Neeȝ is þat come þe tyme of hym, and his daȝes ſhul not be longid; ſhal han rewþe forſoþe þe Lord of Jacob, and cheeſe ȝit of Irael, and to reſten hem he ſhal make vp on þer erþe; ſhal be ioyned to a comeling to þem, and cleue to þe hous of Jacob. And ſhuln holden hem puples, and bringe þem in to þer place. And ſhal welden hem þe hous of Irael vp on þe lond of þe Lord in to þralles and þralleſſes; and þei ſhul be takende hem þat hem hadden taken, and ſugeten þer caſteres out.

And þer ſhal be in þat dai, whan reſte ſhal ȝyue to þee God fro þi trauaile, and fro þin hurting, and fro þin harde ſeruage, þat þou beforn ſeruediſt, þou ſhalt take þis parable aȝen þe king of Babiloyne, and ſeyn, What manere ceſede þe wronge aſker, reſtede þe tribute? Þe Lord to-broſede þe ſtaf of vnpitous men, þe ȝerde of lordſhipende men, betende puples in indignacioun, wiþ an vnheleable plage, þe ſogetende in wodnes þe folkes of kynde, and þe purſuende cruelly. Togidere reſtede, and was ſtille al erþe; ioȝede, and ful out gladede. Fyrre trees alſo gladeden vp on þee, and þe cedris of Liban; ſiþen þou ſlepteſt, þer ſteȝede not vp þat heewe vs doun.

Helle vndere þee is diſturbid in to þe aȝen comyng of þi comyng; it ſhal rere to þee ieauntes; alle þe princes of þe erþe þer riſen fro þer ſetes, alle þe princes of naciouns. Alle ſhuln anſwern, and ſeyn to þee, And þou art woundid as and wee, lic vs þou art mad. Drawe doun is to helle þi pride, he to-hewȝ þi careyn; vnder þee ſtrouwed ſhal be a moȝte, and þi coueryng ſhal be wermes. Hou felle þou, Lucyfer, fro heuene, þe whiche erli ſprunge; þou felle in to þe erþe, þat woundedeſt þe folkes of kynde. Þat ſeideſt in þin herte, In to heuene I ſhal ſteȝen vp, vp on þe ſterres of heuene I ſhal enhaunce my ſee; I ſhal ſitte in þe hil of teſtament, in þe ſides of þe norþ.

I ſhal ſteȝen vp vp on þe heiȝte of cloudis; lic I ſhal be to þe heȝeſt. Nerþelatere to helle þou ſhalt be drawe doun, in to þe depþe of þe lake. Þat þee ſhul ſee, to þee ſhul be bowid, and þee ſhuln aferr bihold. Wheþer þis is þe man, þat diſturbide þe erþe, þat ſmot togidere rewmes? þat putte þe world deſert, and his grete cites diſtroȝede, to his gyuede openede not þe priſoun? Alle þe kingus of Jentilis, eche ſlepten in glorie, eche in his hous. Þou forſoþe art caſt aferr fro þi ſepulcre, as a ſtoc vnprofitable, as wiþ quyture defoulid; and aboute wrappid wiþ hem þat ben ſlayn wiþ ſwerd, and wenten doun to þe foundement of þe lake.

As a ſtynkende careyn, þou ſhalt not han felaſhepe, ne wiþ hem in biriyng þou ſhalt be, þou forſoþe þi lond diſtroȝediſt, þou þe puple ſloow; eþer ſhal not be clepid into wiþoute ende þe ſed of þe werſte men. Greiþe ȝe his ſones to ſlaȝter, for þe wickidneſſe of þer fadris; þei ſhul not togidere riſe, ne eritagen þe erþe, ne fulfille þe face of þe roundneſſe of þe cite. And I ſhal wiþ riſe vp on hem, ſeiþ þe Lord of oſtes, and I ſhal deſtroȝe Babyloynes name, and relikes, and progenye, and buriounyng, ſeiþ þe Lord. I ſhal putte it in to þe poſſeſſioun of an irchoun, and in to myres of watres; and I ſhal ſweepen it in a beſme, treding, ſeiþ þe Lord of oſtes.

Þe Lord of oſtus ſwoor, ſeiende, If not as I wende, ſo ſhal be, and hou in mynde I tretede, ſo ſhal come? Þat I al to-broſe Aſſirie in my lond, in my mounteynes to-trede it; and þer ſhal be take awey fro hem his ȝok, and his berþene fro þe ſhulder of þem ſhal be don awey. Þis þe counſeyl þat I þoȝte vpon al erþe, and þis is þe hond ſtraȝt out vpon alle Jentiles. Þe Lord forſoþe of oſtes demede, and who ſhal moun vnfaſtnen? and his hond ſtraȝt out, and who ſhal turne awey it? Þe charge of Filiſteym. In þe ȝer þat diede king Achaz, don is þis charge.

Ne glade þou, al Filiſtee, for to-mynuſht is þe ȝerde of þi ſmytere; of þe roote forſoþe of þe ſhadewe eddere ſhal gon out a kocatrice, and his ſed ſoupende awei a foul. And þer ſhul be fed þe firſt goten of pore men, and pore men troſtly ſhul reſten; and to dien I ſhal make in hunger þi roote, and þi relikes I ſhal ſlen. Ȝelle, þou ȝate; crie, þou cite; þrowe doun is eche Filiſte; fro þe norþ forſoþe ſmoke ſhal come, and þer is not þat flee out of his kumpanye. And what ſhal ben anſwerd to þe meſſageres of þe folc of kinde? for þe Lord foundede Sion, and in hym ſhuln hopen þe pore men of his puple.