Isaiah · Chapter 50

[ edit] Theſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord, What is þis boc of þe forſaking of ȝoure moder, þat I lafte hir? or who is my creauncer, to whom I ſolde ȝou? Lo! forſoþe in ȝoure wickidneſſes ȝee be ſold, and in ȝoure hidous giltes I lafte ȝoure moder. For I cam, and þere was not a ful man; I clepide, and þer was not þat herde. Wheþer abreggid, and ful litil maad is myn hond, þat I mai not aȝeenbien? or is not to me vertue to delyuere? Lo! in my blamyng deſert I ſhal make þe ſe, I ſhal putte flodis in to droȝte; ſtinke ſhul fiſſhes wiþoute watir, and dien in þriſt. I ſhal cloþin heuenes wiþ dercneſſes, and a ſac Y ſhal putte þe coueryng of hem.

Þe Lord ȝaf to me a taȝt tunge, þat I kunne hym ſuſteyne, þat is weri in wrd; he rereþ vp þe morutyd, þe morutyd rereþ vp to me an ere, þat I here as a maiſter. Þe Lord God openede to me an ere; I forſoþe aȝenſei not, bacward I ȝide not awei. My bodi I ȝaf to þe ſmyteres, and my chekes to þe pulleris; my face I turnede not awei fro þe blameres, and þe ſpitteres in me. Þe Lord God myn helpere, and þerfore I am not confoundid; þerfore I putte my face as a moſt hard ſton, and I wot for I ſhal not ben confoundid. Nyȝ is, þat iuſtefieþ me; who wiþ ſeiþ to me? ſtonde wee togidere. Who is myn aduerſarie? come he nyȝ to me. Lo! þe Lord God myn helpere; who þanne is þat condempneþ me?

Lo! alle as a cloþ ſhul be to-trede, and a moȝte ſhal ete þem. Who of ȝou dredende þe Lord, herende þe vois of his ſeruaunt? Who ȝide in dercneſſes and þer is not liȝt to hym, hope he in þe name of þe Lord, and leene he vp on his God. Lo! ȝee alle teendende vp fyr, and gird wiþ flawmes, goþ in þe liȝt of ȝoure fyr, and in þe flaumes þat ȝee teenden vp to ȝou. Of myn hond don is þis to ȝou, in ſorewis ȝee ſhul ſlepe.