Isaiah · Chapter 33

[ edit] Wo! þou þat robbeſt; wheþer and þi ſelf ſhalt not be robbid? and þou þat diſpiſiſt, wheþir and þiſelf ſhalt not be diſpiſed? Whan þou ſhalt han ful endid robbing, þou ſhalt be robbid; whan weeried þou lefeſt to diſpiſe, þou ſhalt be diſpiſid. Lord, haue merci of vs, þee forſoþe wee han abide; be þou oure arm in erly, and oure helþe in tyme of tribulacioun. Fro þe vois of þe aungil floun puples; of þin enhauncing ſcatered ben Jentiles. And gederede togidere ſhul be ȝoure ſpoiles, as is gedered bruſh, as whan þe diches fulle ſhul be of it. Magnefied is þe Lord, for he dwelte in heiȝ, he fulfild Sion wiþ dom and riȝtwiſneſſe.

And feiþ ſhal ben in þi tymes; richeſſes of helþe, wiſdam and kunnyng; þe drede of þe Lord, it þe treſor of hym. Lo! þe ſeeres ſhul crien wiþouteforþ, þe aungeles of pes bitterli ſhul wepe. Scatered ben þe weies, ceſide þe paſſid bi þe ſty; voyde mad is þe couenaunt, he caſte awei þe cites, he heeld of no pris not men. Weilede, and languyſſhede þe lond; confoundid is Liban, and becam doumb; and mad is Saron as deſert, and ſmyte togidere is Baſan, and Carmel. Now I ſhal riſe, ſeiþ þe Lord, now I ſhal ben enhauncid, now I ſhal ben vp rered. Ȝee ſhul conſeyue brennyng, ȝee ſhul bern ſtobil; ȝoure ſpirit as fyr ſhal deuoure ȝou.

And ben ſhul puples as of þe brennyng aſkes; þornes gedered togidere in fyr ſhul be brent. Hereþ, ȝee þat ben aferr, what I haue do; and knowiþ, ȝee neȝhebores, my ſtrengþe. Al to-broſid ben in Sion ſynneres, tremblyng weldede ipocrites; who ſhal moun dwelle of ȝou wiþ fyr deuourende? who ſhal dwelle of ȝou wiþ euere durende brennyngus? Þat goþ in riȝtwiſneſſes, and ſpekeþ treuþe; þat þrowiþ awei coueitiſe of wrong chaleng, and ſhakeþ out his hondis fro alle ȝifte; þat ſtoppiþ his eres, leſt he here blod, and cloſiþ his eȝen, leſt he ſee euel. Þis in heiȝtus ſhal dwelle, þe ſtrengþys of huge ſtones his heȝte; bred to hym is ȝoue, his watris ben feiþful.

Þe king in his fairneſſe ſeen ſhuln his eȝen; biholden ſchul þe lond fro afer. Þin herte ſweteli ſhal þenke drede; wher is þe lettrid? Wher is þe wrdus of þe lawe chargende? wher is þe doctour of litil childer? Vnprudent puple he ſhal not ſee, puple of heiȝ ſermoun, ſo þat þou mowe not vnderſtonde þe ſleeyneſſe of his tunge, in whiche is no wiſdam. Bihold Sion, þe cite of oure ſolempnete; þin eȝen ſhul ſee Jeruſalem, a plenteuous cite, a tabernacle þat ſhal not moun ben ouerborn, ne his nailis ſhul ben take awei in to euermor; and alle his litil cordes ſhul not be to-broken.

For onli þere þe grete doyng, Lord oure God; þe place of flodes ryueres moſt brod and opene; þer entride not bi it þe ſhip of roweres, ne þe grete ſhip of þre ſtagis ſhal not ouergon it. Þe Lord forſoþe oure domes man, þe Lord oure lawe ȝyuere, þe Lord oure king; he ſhal come, and ſauen us. Slakid ben þi litil cordes, but þei ſhul not han þe maiſtri; ſo ſhal be þi maſt, þat þou mow not ſprede abrod a tocne. Þanne ſhul be deuydid ſpoiles of many preyes, halte men ſhul take awey raueyn. Ne þe neȝhebore ſhal ſey, I languyſhede; þe puple þat dwellede in it, þer ſhal be don awei fro hym wickeneſſe.