Micah · Chapter 4

[ edit] And it ſhal be, in þe laſt of days þe hill of þe hous of þe Lord ſhal be maad redy in þe top of hillis, and heeȝ ouer ſmale hillis. And peplis ſhuln fleete to hym, and many folkis ſhuln haſten, and ſhuln ſaye, Cum ȝe, ſtye we to þe hill of þe Lord, and to þe hous of God of Jacob; and he ſhal teche vs of his wayes, and we ſhuln go in his paþes. For of Syon þe lawe ſhal go out, and þe word of þe Lord of Jeruſalem; and he ſhal deme bitwixe manye peplis, and ſhal chaſtyſe ſtrong folkis vnto in to fer. And þei ſhuln bete to gydre her ſwerdis in to ſhaaris, and her ſperis in to pycoyſis; a folk ſhal not take ſwerd aȝeinus folk, and þei ſhuln namore lerne for to fiȝte.

And a man ſhal ſitte vndir his vyne ȝerd, and vnder his fijge tree; and þer ſhal not be þat ſhal fere, for þe mouþ of þe Lord of hooſtis ſpak. For alle peplis ſhuln go, eche man in name of þe Lord her God; forſoþ we ſchulen walke in þe name of þe Lord oure God into wiþ outen ende, and ouer. In þat day, ſeiþ þe Lord, I ſchal gedere þe haltinge, and hir þat I caſtide awey Y ſhal gedre, and whom Y tourmentide Y ſhal coumforte. And Y ſhal putte þe haltynge in to relikis, and hir þat traueilide, in to a ſtronge folk. And þe Lord ſhal regne on hem in þe hill of Syon, fro þis now and till in to þe world.

And þou, cloudy, or derk, tour of folk of þe douȝter of Syon, vn to þee he ſhal cume, and þe firſt power ſhal cume, þe rewme of þe douȝter of Jeruſalem. Now whi art þou wiþ mournyng drawen to gydre? wher a kyng is not to þee, or þi counſeilour periſhide? for ſorewe haþ cachid þee, as a womman berynge chijld. Þou douȝter of Syon, make ſorewe, and tyſe, or do ynewȝ, as a womman berynge chijld; for now þou ſhalt go out of þe cyte, and þou ſhalt dwelle in cuntre, and þou ſhalt cum vn to Babiloyne; þere þou ſhalt be delyuered, þere þe Lord ſhal aȝein bye þee, of þe hond of þin enmyes. And now many folkis ben gadrid on þee, whiche ſayen, Be it ſtoonyd, and biholde our eeȝe in to Syon.

Forſoþe þei knewen not þe þouȝtis of þe Lord, and vndirſtoden not þe counſeil of hym, for he gadride hem as hay of þe feeld. Ryſe þou, and þreſhe, douȝter of Syon, for Y ſhal putte þin horn of yren, and Y ſhal putte þi naylis braſen; and þou ſhalt waſte many peplis, and ſhalt ſlea to þe Lord þe raueyns of hem, and þe ſtrengþe of hem to þe Lord of al erþe.