Isaiah · Chapter 63

[ edit] Who is þis þat cam fro Edom, wiþ ſteyned cloþis fro Boſra? þis ſhapli in his ſtole, goende in þe multitude of his vertue? I þat ſpeke riȝtwiſneſſe, and a forfyȝtere am to ſauen. Why þanne red is þi cloþing? and þi cloþis as of men tredende in þe preſſe? Þe preſſe I trad alone, and of þe folc of kinde þer is not a man wiþ me; Y trad hem in my wodneſſe, and togedere trad hem in my wraþe; and ſprengd is þe blod of hem vp on my cloþis, and alle my cloþingus I defoulid. Dai forſoþe of veniaunce in myn herte, ȝer of my ȝelding cam. I beheeld aboute, and þer was not an helpere; I ſoȝte, and þer was not þat halp; and myn arm ſauede to me, and myn indignacioun itſelf halp to me.

And I al to-trad puples in my wodneſſe; and I drunknede þem in myn indignacioun, and droȝ doun þe vertue of þem into erþe. Of þe mercy doyngus of þe Lord I ſhal recorden, þe preiſing of þe Lord vp on alle þingus þat ȝeeld to vs þe Lord, and vp on þe multitude of þe goodis to þe hous of Irael, þe whiche he largeli ȝaf to þem after his forȝyueneſſe, and aftir þe multitude of his mercies. And he ſeide, Nerþelatere my puple is, ſonus not denyende, and mad is to þem a ſaueour. In alle þe tribulacioun of hem he is not trublid, and þe aungil of his face ſauede hem. In his loue and in his indulgence he aȝeen boȝte þem, and bar hem, and rerede þem alle þe daȝes of þe world.

Þei forſoþe to wraþe terreden, and tormenteden þe ſpirit of his hoeli; and turned he is to þem in to enemy, and he faȝt þem doun. And he recordide of þe daȝes of þe world, of Moiſes, and of his puple. Wher is, þat ladde þem out fro þe ſe, wiþ þe ſhepperdis of his floc? Where is, þat ſette in his myddel ſpirit of his hoeli; þe þat ladde oute at þe riȝtſide Moiſen in þe arm of his mageſte? þat kutte watris bifor þem, þat he make to hym a name euere durende; þat ladde out þem bi water depþis, as an hors in deſert not fallende, as a beſte in þe feeld goende doun? Þe Spirit of þe Lord his ledere was; ſo þou broȝtiſt to þi puple, þat þou make to þee a name of glorie.

Loke to fro heuene, and ſee fro þin hoely dwelling, and fro þe ſe of þi glorie. Wher is þin inward loue, and þi ſtrengþe, multitude of þi boweles, and of þi mercy doyngus? Vp on me þei wiþheelden hem. Þou forſoþe oure fader, and Abraham kneȝ not vs, and Irael vnkneȝ vs. Þou, Lord, oure fader, and oure aȝeenbiere; fro þe world þi name. Whi to erren vs þou madiſt, Lord, fro þi weies? þou hardediſt oure herte, þat wee dredde not þee? be turned, for þi ſeruauns, lynages of þin eritage. As noȝt þei weldeden þin hoeli puple, and oure enemys al to-treeden þin halewyng. Wee ben maad as in þe bigynnyng, whan þou lordſhipediſt not of vs, ne inwardli was clepid þi name vp on vs.