Jeremiah · Chapter 15

[ edit] And þe Lord ſeide to me, If Moiſes ſhulde ſtonde, and Samuel bifor me, my ſoule is not to þis puple; þroȝ out þem fro my face, and go þei out. Þat if þei ſhul ſey to þee, Whider ſhul wee go out? þou ſhalt ſei to þem, Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord, Who to deþ, to deþ, and who to ſwerd, to ſwerd, and who to hunger, to hunger, and who to caitifte, to caytifte. And Y ſhal viſete vp on hem foure ſpices, ſeiþ þe Lord; ſwerd to ſlaȝter, and houndis to tern, and foules of heuene, and beſtus of erþe to deuouren and waſten. And Y ſhal ȝyue þem in to gret hete to alle reumes of erþe, for Manaſſen, þe ſone of Ezechie, king of Juda, vpon alle þingus þat he dide in Jeruſalem.

Who forſoþe ſhal han merci of þee, Jeruſalem, or who ſhal ſorewe for þee, or who ſhal go to preȝe for þi pes? Þou haſt forſake me, ſeiþ þe Lord, bacward þou ȝidiſt awei; and I ſhal ſtrecchen out myn hond vp on þee, and ſle þee; I trauailede preȝende. And Y ſhal ſcatere þem wiþ a fan in þe ȝatus of þe lond; I ſloȝ, and loſte my puple, and nerþelatere fro þer weies þei be not turned aȝeen. Multiplied ben to me his widewes vp on þe grauel of þe ſe; and Y broȝte in to þem vp on þe moder of þe ȝunge waxen a waſtere in mydday, Y ſente vp on þe cites feerli ferd. Feblid ys ſhe þat bar ſeuene, failede hire ſoule; fel doun to hir þe ſunne, whan ȝit to hir was day.

Confoundid ſhe is, and ful out ſhamede; and hir remnauntus in to ſwerd Y ſhal ȝyue in þe ſiȝte of hir enemys, ſeiþ þe Lord. Wo to me, my moder; whi geete þou me, a man of ſtrif, a man of diſcord in eche lond? I vſurede not, ne to me vſurede any man; alle curſen to me. Seiþ þe Lord, if not þi relikes in to good, if Y aȝen cam not to þee in tyme of affliccioun, and in tyme of tribulacioun and of anguyſh, aȝen þe enemye. Wheþer ſhal be ioyned iren to iren fro þe norþ, and bras? Þi richeſſes and þi treſores in to taking awei Y ſhal ȝyue freely, in alle þi ſynnes, and in alle þi termes.

And I ſhal bringe þin enemys fro þe lond þat þou knowiſt not; for fyer tend vp is in my wodneſſe, vp on ȝou it ſhal brenne. Þou woſt, Lord, recorde þou of me, and viſite me, and delyuere me fro þem þat purſuen me; wile þou not in þi pacience take me, wite þou, for for þee Y ſuffrede repref. Found ben þi wrdys, and Y eet hem; and don is to me þi wrd in to ioȝe, and in to gladneſſe of myn herte; for inwardli clepid is þi name vp on me, Lord God of oſtis. I ſat not in counſeil of pleieres, and gloriede fro þe face of þin hond; alone I ſat, for of bitterneſſe þou haſt fulfild me.

Whi mad is my ſorewe perpetuel, and my wounde deſpeirable forſoc to be cured? mad ſhe is to me, as leſing of vnfeiþful watris. For þis þeſe þingis ſeiþ þe Lord, Yf þou art conuertid, Y ſhal conuerte þee, and befor my face þou ſhalt ſtonde; and if þou ſeuere precious þinge fro foul, as my mouþ þou ſhalt be; þei ſhul be conuertid to þee, and þou ſhalt not be conuertyd to þem. And I ſhal ȝyue þee to þis puple in to a ſtrong braſene wal, and þei ſhul fiȝte aȝen þee, and þei ſhul not han þe maiſtry; for I am wiþ þee, þat I ſaue þee, and delyuere þee, ſeiþ þe Lord. And Y ſhal delyuere þee fro þe hond of þe werſt men, and aȝeen bie þee fro þe hond of ſtronge men.