Isaiah · Chapter 25

[ edit] Lord, my God þou art, I ſhal enhaunce þee, and I ſhal knouleche to þi name; for þou haſt do merueilous þingus, olde feiþful þoȝtus. Amen. For þou haſt ſet þe cite in to noyſe, þe huge ſtronge cite in to falling, þe hous of alienes, þat it be not cite, and in to euermor it ſhal not ben bild vp. Vp on þis ſhal preiſe þee a ſtrong puple, þe cite of ſtalwrþ folc of kinde ſhal drede þee. For þou art mad ſtrengþe to þe pore, ſtrengþe to þe helpeles in his tribulacioun, hope fro þe whirlewynd, a ſhadewe hilet fro hete; þe ſpirit forſoþe of ſtalwrþe men as a whirlewind puttende doun a wal.

As wiþ hete in þriſt, þe noiſe of alienes þou ſhalt meken; and as wiþ hete vnder þe cloude feerly brennende, þe braunches of ſtronge men þou ſhalt make to welewyn. And þe Lord of oſtes ſhal make to alle puples in þis hil a feſte of fatte beſtes, a feſte of vyndage of merewi fatte þingus, of vyndage moſt pure. And he ſhal ſtumble doun in þis hil þe face of þe bond, bounde togidere vp on alle puples, and þe web þat he haþ weuede vp on alle nacyouns. He ſhal ſtumble doun deþ in to euere laſting, and don awei ſhal þe Lord God eche tere fro alle face; and þe repref of his puple he ſhal don awey fro al erþe; for þe Lord ſpac.

And þey ſhul ſey in þat day, Lo! þe Lord oure God þis; wee han abiden hym, and he ſhal ſauen vs; þis þe Lord; wee han ſuffryd hym, and wee ſhul ful out ioȝen, and gladen in his helþe ȝyuere. For þe hond of þe Lord ſhal reſte in þis hil, and þreſchid ſhal ben Moab vnder hym, as ben to-treden ſtrawes in a wayn. And he ſhal ſtrecchen out his hondis vnder hym, as a ſwymmere ſtreccheþ out to ſwymmen; and he ſhal meeken his glorie wiþ þe hurling to of his hondis. And þe forſemens, or ſtrengþis, of þin heȝe walles ſhul togidere falle, and be lowid, and drawen doun to þe erþe, vnto poudere.