Jonah · Chapter 4

[ edit] And Jonas was tourmentid wiþ grete tourment, and was wrooþ. And he preiede to þe Lord, and ſaide, Lord, Y biſeche, wher þis is not my word, whanne Y was ȝit in my lond? For þis þing Y before ocupiede, for to flee in to Tharſis; forſoþe Y wote, for þou, God, art meke and mercyful, pacient, and of myche mercy doynge, and forȝeuynge on malice. And now, Lord, Y preye, take my ſoule, or lijf, fro me; for deeþ is beter to me þan lyf. And þe Lord ſaide, Geſſiſt þou, wher þou art wel wroþ? And Jonas wente out of þe cytee, and ſate aȝeinus þe eeſt, and made to hym a ſhadewyng place þere; and ſate vndre it in ſhadewe, til he ſawȝ what byfelle to þe citee.

And þe Lord God made redy an eder, or a plaunt, and it ſtyede vp on þe hed of Jonas, þat ſhadewe wer on his hed, and keuerde hym; forſoþe he hadde traueilid. And Jonas gladid on þe eder, wiþ grete gladneſſe. And God made redy a worme, in ſtyinge vp of grey day in to morew; and ſmote þe eder, and it dryede vp. And whan þe ſunne was ſprungen, þe Lord comaundide to þe hote wynd and brennynge; and þe ſunne ſmote on þe hed of Jonas, and he ſwalide. And he axide to his ſoule þat he ſhulde dye, and ſaide, It is beter to me for to dye, þan for to lyue. And þe Lord ſaide to Jonas, Geſſiſt þou, wher þou art wel wroþ on þe eder? And he ſaide, Y am wel wroþe, vn to þe deþ.

And þe Lord ſaide, Þou art ſorie on þe eder, in whiche þou traueylidiſt not, neþer þou madiſt þat it wexide, þe whiche was born vnder oo niȝt, and in oo niȝt periſhide. And ſhal Y not ſpare to þe grete citee Nynyue, in whiche ben more þan a hundred and twenti þouſand of men, whiche witen not what is bitwix her riȝt half and left, and many werk beeſtis? Here endiþ þe book of Jonas, and bigynneþ þe book of Micheas.