Isaiah · Chapter 47

[ edit] Go doun, ſit in pouder, þou maiden doȝter of Babilon, ſit in þe erþe; þer is not a kingus ſee of þe doȝtir of Caldeis, for no more þou ſhalt be clepid neſſhe and tender. Tac a grind ſton, or queerne ſtoon, and grind me mele; nakene þi filþed, diſcouere þe ſhulder, opene þe þees, paſſe ouer þe flodis. Opened ſhal be þi ſhenſhipe, and ſeen ſhal be þi repreef; a veniaunce I ſhal take, and þer ſhal not wiþſtonde to me a man. Oure aȝeen biere þe Lord of oſtes; þe name of hym þe hoeli of Irael. Syt, be ſtille, and go into dercneſſes, þou doȝter of Caldeis, for þou ſhalt no more be clepid þe ladi of reumes.

I am wroþ vp on my puple, I defoulede myn heritage, and I ȝaf hem in þin hond; þou ſetteſt not to þem mercies vp on þe olde; þou agreggediſt þe ȝoc gretli, and ſeidiſt, In to euermor I ſhal ben a ladi; þou puttiſt not þeſe þingus vp on þin herte, ne recordediſt of þi laſte. And now here þou þeſe þingus, þou delicat, and dwellende troſteli, þat ſeiſt in þin herte, I am, and þer is not biſide me more ouer; I ſhal not ſitte a widewe, and I ſhal vnknowe bareynete. Comen ſhul to þee þeſe two ſodeynli in o dai, bareyneſſe, and widewehed; alle þingus camen vp on þee for þe multitude of þi ſorceries, and for þe huge hardneſſe of þi deuel cleperes.

And troſt þou haddeſt in þi malice, and ſeidiſt, Þer is not þat ſee me; þi wiſdam, and þis þi kunnyng diſceyuede þee; and þou ſeidiſt in þin herte, I am, and biſide me is not an oþer. Þer ſhal come vp on þee euel, and þou ſhalt not wite his ryſing; and þer ſhal feerli falle vp on þee waſtneſſe, þat þou ſhalt not moun purge; þer ſhal come vp on þee wrecchedneſſe feerli, þat þou woſt not. Stond wiþ þi deuel cleperes, and wiþ þe multytude of þi ſorceries, in whiche þou haſt trauailid fro þi waxende ȝouþe; if par auenture any þing it profite to þee, or if þou mowe be mad ſtrengere.

Þou haſt failid in þe multitude of þi counſeilis; ſtonde, and ſaue þee þe deuynoures of heuene, þat biheelde ſterres, and noumbren moneþis, þat of hem þei telle þingus to come to þee. Lo! þei ben mad as ſtobil, fyr to brende þem; þei ſhul not delyuere þer ſoule fro þe hond of flaume; þer ben not coles, wiþ þe whiche þei ben made hot, ne fyr, þat þei ſitte at it. So mad ben to þee in what euere þingus þou haddeſt trauailid; þi marchandes fro þer ȝouþe, eche in þer weie erreden; þer ys not, þat ſaue þee.