Ezekiel · Chapter 3

[ edit] And he ſeide to me, Sone of man, eet what euer þing þou ſhalt fynde, eet þis volym, or boke; and þou goynge ſpek to þe ſones of Iſrael. And Y openede my mouþ, and he fedde me wiþ þe ilk volym. And he ſeide to me, Sone of man, þi wombe ſhal ete, and þin entrailis ſhulen be fulfillid wiþ þis volym, which Y ȝyue to þee. And Y ete it, and it is maad in my mouþ as ſwete hony. And he ſeide to me, Sone of man, go þou to þe hows of Iſrael, and þou ſhalt ſpeke my wordis to hem. Forſoþe þou ſhalt not be ſent to a puple of deep word, and of vnknowyn tunge; to þe hows of Iſrael, neþer to manye puplis of deep word, and of vnknowyn tunge, of whom þou mayſt not here þe wordis.

And if þou ſhuldis be ſent to hem, þei ſhulden here þee. Forſoþe þe hows of Iſrael wole not here þee, for þei wole not here me. Forſoþe al þe hows of Iſrael is of defoulid, or vnſhamfaſt, forhed, and hard herte. Loo! I haue ȝouen þi face myȝtier þan þe face of hem, and þi forheed harder þan þe forheed of hem. And Y ȝaue þi face as an adamaunt, and as a flynt; drede þou not hem, neþer drede þou þe face of hem, for it is an hows ſtyrynge to wraþþe. And he ſeide to me, Sone of man, tak to in þin herte, and wiþ þin erys here alle þes my wordis, whiche I ſpeke to þee. And go, entre to þe paſſynge ouere, to þe ſones of þi puple.

And þou ſhalt ſpeke to hem, and þou ſhalt ſeie to hem, Þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord God, if perauenture þei heren, and reſten. And þe ſpirit took me to, and Y herde after me a nois of greet mouynge togider, þe bleſſid glorie of þe Lord fro his place, and þe vois of weengis of beeſtis ſmytynge anoþer to þe toþer, and þe vois of wheelis ſuynge þe beeſtis, and þe vois of greet mouynge togidir. And þe ſpirit reiſide me, and took me to. And Y wente awey in bitter indignacioun of my ſpirit; forſoþe þe hoond of þe Lord was wiþ me, coumfortynge me. And Y cam to þe tranſmygracioun, or paſſinge ouer, to þe heep of newe fruytis, to hem þat dwellen biſidis þe flood Cobar.

And I ſat where þei ſaten, and I dwellide þere ſeuene days, mournynge, in þe mydil of hem. Forſoþe whanne ſeuene days hadden paſſid, þe word of þe Lord is maad to me, ſeiynge, Sone of man, I haue ȝouen þee a biholder, or a ſpier, to þe hows of Iſrael. And þou ſhalt here of my mouþ a word, and þou ſhalt telle it to hem of me. If me ſeiynge to þe vnpitous man, Bi deeþ þou ſhalt die, þou ſhalt not telle to hym, neþer ſpeke to hym, þat he be turned fro his vnpitous weie, and lyue; þe ilk vnpitous ſhal die in his wickidnes, forſoþe I ſhal aȝen ſeke þe blood of hym of þin hoond.

Forſoþe if þou ſhalt ſhewe to þe vnpitous man, and he ſhal not be conuertid fro his vnpitouſnes, and fro his wickid weie; ſoþeli he ſhal die in his wickidnes, but þou haſt delyuerede þi ſoule. But and if þe riȝtwijs man ſhal be conuertid fro his riȝtwiſnes, and ſhal doo wickidnes, Y ſhal putte an hirtynge before hym; he ſhal die, for þou ſhewediſt not to hym; he ſhal die in his ſynne, and þe riȝtwiſneſſis, whiche he dide, ſhulen not be in mynde, ſoþeli Y ſhal aȝen ſeche his blood of þin hond. Forſoþe if þou ſhalt telle to þe iuſt man, þat þe iuſt man ſynne not, and he ſhal not ſynne, he lyuynge ſhal lyue, for þou tooldiſt to hym, and þou haſt delyuerede þi ſoule.

And þe hoond of þe Lord is maad vpon me, and he ſeide to me, Þou riſynge go out in to þe feeld, and þere I ſhal ſpeke wiþ þee. And I riſynge wente out in to þe feeld. And loo! þe glorie of þe Lord ſtoode þere, as þe glorie which Y ſeeȝ beſidis þe flood of Cobar; and I felle in to my face. And þe ſpirit entride in to me, and ſette me vpon my feet. And he ſpak to me, and ſeide to me, Entre, and be þou cloſid in þe mydil of þin hows. And þou, ſone of man, loo! boondis ben ȝouen vpon þee, and þei ſhulen bynde þee in hem, and þou ſhalt not goon out in þe mydil of hem.

And Y ſhal make þi tunge for to cleue to þe roof of þi mouþ, and þou ſhalt be doumbe, neþer as man chydynge, or ſharpli ſpekynge; for it is an hows ſtirynge to wraþþe. Forſoþe whanne Y ſhal ſpeke to þee, Y ſhal opyn þi mouþ, and þou ſhalt ſeie to hem, Þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord God, He þat heriþ, here, and he þat reſtiþ, reſte; for it is an hows ſtirynge to wraþþe.