Ezekiel · Chapter 24

[ edit] And þe word of þe Lord is maad to me, in þe nynþe ȝeer, and in þe tenþe moneþ, þe tenþe day of þe moneþ, ſeiynge, Sone of man, wrijt þou to þee þe name of þis dai, in whom þe kyng of Babiloyne is confermyd aȝens Jeruſalem to day. And þou ſhalt ſeye bi prouerbe a parable to þe hous, terrer to wraþþe, and þou ſhalt ſpeke to hem, Þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord, Put þou a braſen pot, ſoþeli put þou, and ſend in to it water; tak to a beeſt mooſt fat. Put togidre þe gobetis of it in to it, eche good part, and þe þiȝ, and þe ſhuldre, choſyn and ful of boonus. And mak to gidre heepis of boonus vndir it; and þe ſeþinge of it buylide vp, and þe boonus ben ful ſoþen in þe mydil þerof.

Þerfor þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord God, Woo to þe citee of blodis, to þe pot whos ruſt is in it, and þe ruſt þerof wente not out of it; caſte it out bi partis, and bi his partis; ſoort, or lot, felle not vpon it. Forſoþe þe blood þerof is in þe mydil þerof; he ſhedde it out vpon þe mooſt cleer ſtoon, he ſhedde it not out vpon erþe, þat it may be keuered wiþ duſt, þat Y ſhulde lede in aboue myn indignacioun, and in veniaunce be vengid; Y ȝaue þe blood þerof vpon þe mooſt cleer ſtoon, leſt it were keuered.

Þerfor þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord God, Woo to þe citee of bloodis, of whom I ſhal make greet hepe of ſtickis in fier; gadir þe boonus, whom Y ſhal brenne wiþ fier; fleſhis ſhulen be waaſtid, and al þe making togidre ſhal be ſoþen, and boonus ſhulen faile. And put þou it void vpon coolis, þat it wexe hoot, and þe braſſe þerof melte, and þe foulynge þerof be wellid to gidre in þe mydil þerof, and þe ruſt of it be waaſtid. Wiþ myche traueile it is maad in ſweet, and þe myche ruſt of it wente not out þerof, neþer bi fier. Þin vnclennes curſid; for I wolde clenſe þee, and þou art not clenſid fro þi filþis; but neþer þou ſhal be clenſid eer, til Y ſhal make myn indignacioun for to reſte in þee.

I þe Lord ſpak; it ſhal come, and Y ſhal doo, Y ſhal not paſſe, neþer ſpare, neþer Y ſhal be pleſid; after þi weies and after þi fyndyngis to Y demede þee, ſeiþ þe Lord. And þe word of þe Lord is maad to me, ſeiynge, Sone of man, loo! Y take fro þee þe deſyrable þing of þin eyen in plage, or wounde, and þou ſhalt not mourne, neþer weepe, neþer þi teeris ſhulen flowe. Þou ſtillynge ſorewe inward, þou ſhalt not make mournynge of deede men; be þi coroun about boundyn to þee, and þi ſhoon ſhulen be in þi feet, neþer wiþ clooþ þou ſhalt veile, or hijde, mouþis, neþer þou ſhalt ete meet of mournynge men.

Þerfor Y ſpak to þe puple in þe mornynge, and my wijf is deed in þe euenynge; and I dide, as he comaundide to me. And þe puple ſeide to me, Whi ſhewiſt þou not to vs what þes þingis bitokenen, þat þou doſt? And Y ſeide to hem, Þe word of þe Lord is maad to me, ſeiynge, Spek þou to þe hows of Iſrael, Þes þingis ſeiþ þe Lord God, Loo! Y ſhal defoule my ſeyntuarie, þe pryde of ȝour empyre, and deſyrable þing of ȝour eyen, and vpon which ȝour ſoule drediþ; and ȝour ſonys and ȝour douȝters, whom ȝe laften, ſhulen falle in ſwerd.

And ȝe ſhulen doo, as Y dide; ȝe ſhulen not hide mouþis wiþ clooþ, and ȝe ſhulen not ete metis of men mournynge. Ȝe ſhulen haue corouns in ȝour heedis, and ſhoon in feet; ȝe ſhulen not weile, ne wepe, but faile for leenes in ȝour wickidneſſis; and eche man ſhal ſorewe to his broþer. And Ezechiel ſhal be to ȝou in to a wonder bitoknynge þing to come; after alle þingis þat he dide, ȝe ſhulen doo; whanne þis þing ſhal come, ȝe ſhulen wite, for Y þe Lord God.

And þou, ſone of man, loo! in þe dai in which Y ſhal take fro hem þe ſtrengþ of hem, and ioye of dignytee, and deſyre of her eyen, vpon which þe ſoulis of hem reſten, þe ſones and þe douȝtris of hem; in þat dai whanne a man fleynge ſhal come to þee, þat he telle to þee; ſoþeli in þat dai þi mouþ ſhal be openyd wiþ hym þat fleeþ; and þou ſhalt ſpeke, and þou ſhalt not be ſtille more; and þou ſhalt be to hem in to a wonder, and ȝe ſhulen wite, for I þe Lord.