Isaiah · Chapter 45

[ edit] Theſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord to my criſt, Ciro, whos riȝt hond I toc, þat I ſoogete bifor his face Jentiles, and þe reggus of kingus I turne; and opene biforn hym þe fyrſte entrees, and þe ȝates ſhuln not be cloſid. I byfor þee ſhal go, and þe glorious men of erþe I ſhal meeken; þe braſene ȝates I ſhal tobroſe, and þe irene barres I ſhal tobreke. And I ſhal ȝyuen to þee treſores hid, and þe priue þingus of priuytees, þat þou wite, for I þe Lord, þat clepe þi name, God of Irael, for my ſeruaunt Jacob, and Irael my choſen, and I clepede þee in þi name; I licnede þee, and þou knewe not me. I þe Lord, and þer is not more ouer; out of me is not God.

I girde þee to, and þou knewe not me; þat þei wite, þat fro þe riſing of þe ſunne, and þat fro þe weſt ben, for wiþoute me is not a God. I þe Lord, and þer is not an oþir; foormende liȝt, and ſhapende dercneſſes, makende pes, and ſhapende euel; I þe Lord, doende alle þeſe. Deweþ, ȝee heuenus fro aboue, and cloudis reyne þei þe riȝtwis; be opened þe erþe, and burioune it a ſaueour, and riȝtwiſneſſe ſpringe togidere; I þe Lord ſhop hym. Wo þat wiþ ſeiþ to his makere, þe ſhord of þe toȝ clei of erþe. Wheþer ſeiþ þe clei to his crockere, What doſt þou, and þi werc wiþoute hondus is? Wo þat ſeiþ to þe fader, What geteſt þou? and to þe womman, What bereſt þou?

Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord, hoeli of Irael, his foormere, Þingus to come aſkeþ me vp on my ſonus, and vp þe werkes of myn hondus ſendeþ to me. I made þe erþe, and man vp on it I ſhop; myn hondis ſtraȝten out heuenus, and to al þe knyȝþod of hem I ſente. I rerede hym to riȝtwiſneſſe, and alle his weies I ſhal riȝt reulen; he ſhal bilde vp my cite, and my caitifte he ſhal forȝyue, not in pris, ne in ȝiftes, ſeiþ þe Lord of oſtes. Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord God, Þe trauaile of Egipt, and þe nede doing, or marchaundiſe, of Eþiope, and of Sabaym; þe heȝe men to þee ſhul paſſe, and þin ſhul be; after þee þei ſhul go, bounde in manycles þei ſhul wende, and þee þei ſhuln honoure, and þee louli preȝen.

Onli in þee is God, and þer is not wiþoute þee a God. Vereli þou art God, an hid God, of Irael þe ſaueour. Þei ben confoundid, and ful out ſhameden; togidere wenten awey in to confuſioun þe forgeres of erroures. Irael is ſaued in þe Lord, in euere laſtende helþe; ȝee ſhul not be confoundid, and not ſhamen, vnto þe world of world. For þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord ſhapende heuenus; he God foormende erþe, and makende it, he foormere of it; not in veyn he ſhop it, but þat it be dwellid, he foormede it; I þe Lord, and þer is not an oþer. Not in hid place I ſpac, in þe derc place of erþe; I ſeide not to þe ſed of Jacob, In veyn ſecheþ me. I þe Lord ſpekende riȝtwiſneſſe, tellende out riȝt þingus.

Beþ gedered, and comeþ, and neȝheþ togidere, for ȝee be ſaued fro þe Jentiles; þei wiſten not, þat rereden vp a tocne of þer grauyng, and preȝen þe god not ſauende. Telleþ out, and comeþ, and counſeiliþ togidere. Who herd made þis fro þe biginnyng? fro þanne I biforn ſeide it. Wheþer not I a Lord, and þer is not more ouer a God wiþoute me? a riȝtwis God and ſauende is not, beſide me? Beþ conuertid to me, and ſaaf ſhul be, alle ȝee coeſtes of erþe; for I þe Lord, and þer is not an oþer. In myſelf I ſwor, þer ſhal gon out of my mouþ þe wrd of riȝtwiſneſſe, and ſhal not be turned aȝeen; for to me ſhal be bowid eche kne, and ſwern ſhal eche tunge.

Þerfor in þe Lord þei ſhul ſeyn, Myne ben riȝtwiſneſſes and empire; to hym þei ſhul come, and confoundid ſhul ben alle þat aȝenſtonde to hym. In þe Lord ſhal be iuſtefied and preiſid al þe ſed of Irael.