Jeremiah · Chapter 37

[ edit] And regnede king Sedechie, ſone of Joſie, for Jeconye, þe ſone of Joachym, whom Nabugodonoſor, king of Babiloyne, ſette king in þe lond of Juda. And obeſhede not he, and his ſeruauns, and his puple of þe lond, to þe wrdus of þe Lord, þat he ſpac in þe hond of Jeremye, þe profete. And king Sedechie ſent Joþal, þe ſone of Selemye, and Sofone, ſone of Maaſie, preſt, to Jeremye, þe profete, ſeiende, Prei for vs þe Lord oure God. Jeremye forſoþe freeli ȝide in þe myddel of þe puple; forſoþe þei hadden not put hym in to warde of priſoun. Þanne þe oſt of Farao wente out fro Egipt, and herende þe Caldeis, þat beſegeden Jeruſalem, ſuch a maner meſſager wenten awei fro Jeruſalem.

And don is þe wrd of þe Lord to Jeremye, þe profete, ſeiende, Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord God of Irael, Þus ȝee ſhul ſei to þe king of Juda, þat ſente ȝou to aſke me, Lo! þe oſt of Farao, þat is gon out to ȝou to helpe, ſhal turne aȝeen in to his lond, in to Egipt. And Caldeis ſhul turne aȝeen, and fiȝten aȝen þis cite, and taken it, and brenne it vp wiþ fyr. Þeſe þingus ſeiþ þe Lord, Wileþ not diſceyue ȝoure ſoulus, ſeiende, Goende out Caldeis ſhul go awei, and turne aȝeen fro vs; for þei ſhul not gon awei. But and if ȝee ſhul ſmyte al þe oſt of Caldeis, þat fiȝten aȝen ȝou, and ſhul be laft of þem ſumme woundid, eche fro his tent ſhal riſe, and brenne vp þis cite wiþ fyr.

Þanne whan hadde gon awey þe oſt of Caldeis fro Jeruſalem, for þe ooſt of Farao, wente out Jeremye fro Jeruſalem, þat he ſhulde go in to þe lond of Beniamyn, and deuyde þere poſſeſſioun in þe ſiȝte of þe citeſeynus. And whan he hadde comen to þe ȝate of Beniamyn, was þere þe kepere of þe ȝate bi whiles, bi name Jerias, ſone of Selemye, ſone of Ananye, and toc Jeremye, þe profete, ſeiende, To þe Caldeis þou fleeſt. And Jeremye anſwerde, It is fals; Y flee not to þe Caldeis. And he herde hym not, but Jereias toc Jeremye, and broȝte hym to þe princes.

For what þing wroþ þe princes aȝen Jeremye, beten putten hym in to priſoun, þat was in þe hous of Jonaþe, ſcribe; he forſoþe was prouoſt vp on þe priſoun. And ſo Jeremye wente in to þe hous of þe lake, and in to þe hardere priſoun; and Jeremye ſat þere manye daȝes. And ſo king Sedechie ſendende toc hym, and aſkede hym in his hous hidli, and ſeide, Weneſt þou, wheþer þer is not a wrd fro þe Lord? And Jeremye ſeide, Þer is. And he ſeiþ, In þe hond of þe king of Babiloyne þou ſhalt be take. And Jeremye ſeide to Sedechie, þe king, What haue Y ſynned to þee, and to þi ſeruauns, and to þi puple, for þou haſt ſent me in to þe hous of þe priſoun?

Wher ben ȝoure profetus, þat profecieden to ȝou, and ſeiden, Þe king of Babiloyne ſhal not come vpon vs, and vpon þis lond? Now þanne here þou, Y beſeche, lord my king, vaile my preȝeres in þi ſiȝt, and ne ſende þou me aȝeen in to þe hous of Jonaþe, ſcribe, leſt Y die þere. Þanne Sedechie comaundide, þat Jeremye ſhulde be take in to þe veſtiarie of þe priſoun, and þat þer ſhulde be ȝoue to hym a cake of bred eche dai, out take ſowyl, to þe tyme þat ſhulde be waſtid alle þe loeues of þe cyte; and Jeremye bod in þe veſtiarie of þe priſown.