Isaiah · Chapter 48

[ edit] Hereþ þeſe þingus, þe hous of Jacob, þat ben cleped bi þe name of Irael, and of þe watris of Juda went out, þat ſwern in þe name of þe Lord God of Irael, and recorden not in treuþe ne in riȝtwiſneſſe. Fro þe hoeli cite forſoþe þei ben clepid, and vp on þe God of Irael þei ben ſtablid; þe Lord of oſtes his name. Þe raþere þinges fro þanne I tolde out, and of my mouþ þei wenten out, and herd I made þem; feerli I wroȝte, and þei camen. I kneȝ forſoþe for þou art hard, and an irene ſenewe þin haterel, and þi frount braſene.

I befornſeide to þee fro þanne, er þei camen I ſhewede to þee, leſt par auenture þou ſhuldiſt ſey, My maumetes diden þeſe þingus, and my grauen þingus and ȝote ſenten þeſe þingus þat þou haſt herd. See alle þingus, ȝee forſoþe han not told out. Herd I made to þee newe þingus fro þanne, and kept ben þat þou knowiſt not; now þei ben ſhapen, and not fro þanne, and befor day, and þou herdeſt not hem; leſt par auenture þou ſey, Lo! I kneȝ þem. Ne þou haſt herd, ne þou haſt knowe, ne ſiþen opened is þin ere; I wot forſoþe, for lawe breking þou ſhalt lawe breke, and a treſpaſere fro þe wombe I clepede þee. For my name ferr I ſhal make my wodneſſe, and in my preiſing I ſhal bridele þee, leſt þou die.

Lo! I haue out bake þee, but not as ſiluer; I ches þee in þe chynne of poreneſſe. For me I ſhal do þat I be not blasfemed, and my glorie to an oþer I ſhal not ȝyue. Here þou me, Jacob, and Irael, whom I clepe, Y þe ſelue; I þe firſte and I þe laſte. Myn hond alſo foundede þe erþe, and my riȝþond meſurede heuenus; I ſhal clepe þem, and þei ſhul ſtonden togidere. Beþ gedered, alle ȝee, and hereþ; who of hem tolde out þeſe þingus? Þe Lord louede hym, and ſhal don his wil in Babilon, and his arm in Caldeis. I, Y ſpac, and clepede hym; broȝte to hym, and riȝt reulid is his weie.

Comeþ nyȝ to me, and hereþ þeſe þingus; not fro þe bigynnyng in hid þing I ſpac; of tyme, er þei ſhulden be mad, I was þere, and now þe Lord God ſente me, and his Spirit. Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord, þin aȝeenbiere, þe hoeli of Irael, I þe Lord þi God, techende þee profitable þingus, gouernende þee in þe wei þat þou goſt. Wolde God þou haddeſt taken heed to myn heſtes, mad hadde be as a flod þi pes, and þi riȝtwiſneſſes as þe ſwolewes of þe ſe; and hadde ben as grauel þi ſed, and þe ſtoc of þi wombe, as his litle ſtones; he ſhulde not han died, and ſhulde not han be defoulid his name fro my face.

Goþ out fro Babylon, fleeþ fro Caldeis; in vois of ful oute ioȝyng telleþ out; herd makeþ þis, and berþ it vnto þe vtmoſtus of þe erþe; ſeiþ, Aȝeenboȝte þe Lord his ſeruaunt Jacob. Þei þriſteden not in deſert, whan he ſhulde lede þem out; water of a ſton he broȝte forþ to þem, and he kutte þe ſton, and þer floweden watris. Þer is not pes to vnpitous men, ſeiþ þe Lord.