Isaiah · Chapter 26

[ edit] In þat day ſhal ben ſungen þis ſong in þe lond of Juda. Þe huge cite of oure ſtrengþe Sion; a ſaueour ſhal be ſet in it, þe wal and þe bifor walling. Openeþ þe ȝates, and þer ſhal go in a riȝtwis folc, kepende treuþe. Þe olde errour ȝide awei; þou ſhalt kepe pes, pes, for in þee, Lord, wee han hopid. Ȝee han hopid in þe Lord, fro þe euere laſtende worldus, in þe Lord God, ſtrong in to wiþoute ende. For he ſhal inbowe þe dwelleris in heiȝte, þe heȝe cite he ſhal meeken; he ſhal meke it vn to þe erþe, drawen it doun in to pouder. To-trede it ſhal þe foote of þe pore, þe goyngus of helpeles men. Þe ſty of þe riȝtwis is euene, euene þe paþ of þe riȝtwis to gon.

And in þe ſty of þi domes, Lord, wee han ſuſtened þee; þi name, and þi mynde, in deſyr of ſoule. My ſoule ſhal deſire þee in nyȝt, but and wiþ my ſpirit in myn herte inward þingus; fro erly I ſhal wake to þee. Whan þou ſhalt don þi domes in þe erþe, riȝtwiſneſſe ſhul lernen alle þe dwelleris of þe world. Haue wee mercy to þe vnpitouſe, and he ſhal not lerne to do riȝtwiſneſſe; in þe lond of halewis wicke þingus he dide, and he ſhal not ſee þe glorie of þe Lord. Lord, be enhauncid þin hond, þat þei ſee not; ſee and be confoundid þe enuyende puples, and fyr þin enemys deuoure. Lord, þou ſhalt ȝyuen pes to vs, alle forſoþe oure werkes þou wroȝtiſt in vs.

Lord oure God, lordis weldeden vs, wiþ oute þee; only in þee recorde wee of þi name. Diende lyue þei not, and ieauntis ryſe þei not aȝeen. Þerfore þou haſt viſityd, and to-broſedeſt hem, and loſt al þe mynde of þem; and þou haſt forȝyue to þe fol of kinde, Lord, þou haſt forȝoue to þe folc of kynde. Wheþer glorified þou art? þou haſt drawen along alle þe termes of þe erþe. Lord, in anguyſh þei ſoȝten þee; in tribulacioun of grucching þi lore to þem. As ſhe þat conceyuede, whan ſhe ſhulde neȝhe to þe trauailing of child, ſorewende crieþ in hir ſorewes, ſo wee ben maad fro þi face, Lord.

Wee han conceyued, and as wee han born, and broȝte forþ þe ſpirit of helþe; riȝtwiſneſſe wee han not don in erþe, þerfore fellen not þe dwelleris of þe erþe. Lyuen ſhul þi deade, my ſlayne men ſhuln aȝeen riſe. Beþ wakid, and preiſeþ, ȝee þat dwellen in pouder; for þe dew of liȝt þi dew, and þe lond of ieauntus þou ſhalt drawe doun in to falling. Go, my puple, entre in to þi bed places, cloſe þi dores vp on þee, be hid a litil while, to þe tyme þat paſſe myn indignacioun. Lo! forſoþe þe Lord ſhal go out fro his hoely place, þat he viſite þe wickidneſſe of þe dwellere of þe erþe aȝen hym; and þe erþe ſhal opene his blod, and ſhal no more koueren his ſlayn men.