Matthew · Chapter 22

[ edit] And Jheſus anſwerynge ſeide eftſone in parablis to hem, ſeiynge, Þe kyngdam of heuenes is maad lic to a man kyng þat made weddingus to his ſone. And he ſente his ſeruauntis for to clepe men beden to þe weddyngis, and þei wolden nat cume. Eftſoone he ſente oþer ſeruauntis, ſeiynge, Seie ȝee to þe men beden to þe feeſte, Loo! I haue made redy my mete, my boles and volatilis ben ſlayn, and alle þingis redy; cumme ȝe to þe weddyngus. Soþely þei diſpiſiden, or recken nat, and þei wenten awey, oon in to his vyneȝerd, forſoþe an oþer to his marchaundiſe. But þe oþer helden his ſeruauntis, and ſlowen hem, poniſhed wiþ contek.

Forſoþe þe kyng, whenne he hadde herde, was wroþ; and, his hooſtis ſente, he loſte, or diſtruyde, þe man quellers, and brente her citee. Þanne he ſeiþ to his ſeruauntis, Soþely þe weddyngis ben redy, but þei þat weren clepid to þe feeſte, weren nat worþi. Þerfore go ȝee to þe outgoyngis of weyes, and whom euere ȝe ſhulen fynde, clepe to þe weddyngis. And his ſeruauntis, gon out in to þe weyes, gedreden togidre alle þat þei founden, good and yuel; and þe weddyngis of men ſittynge at mete ben fulfillid. Forſoþe þe kyng entride, þat he ſhulde ſee men ſittynge at mete; and he ſeeȝ þere a man nat cloþid wiþ brijd cloþis. And he ſeiþ to hym, Frend, hou entridiſt þou hidir, nat hauynge brijd cloþe?

And he was doumbe. Þanne þe kyng ſeide to þe mynyſtris, His hondis and feet bounden, ſende ȝee hym into vttermore derkneſſis; þere ſhal be weepyng and betyng to gidre of teeþ. Forſoþe many ben clepid, but fewe choſen. Þanne Phariſees, goynge awey, token a counſeile, þat þei ſhulden take Jheſus in word. And þei ſenden to hym her diſciplis, wiþ Erodyanys, þat ben men of Eroudis, ſeiynge, Maiſter, we witen, þat þou art ſoþfaſt, and þou techiſt in trewþe þe weye of God, and þere is no cure, or charge, to þee of eny man, for þou beholdiſt nat þe perſoone of men. Þerfore ſeie to vs, what it ſemeþ to þee. Is it leful to ȝeue to Ceſar, or emperour, rente, or tribut?

Forſoþe, þe wickedneſſe of hem knowen, Jheſus ſeiþ, Ypocritis, what tempten ȝee me? Shewe ȝee to me þe prynte of þe moneye. And þei offriden to hym a peny. And Jheſus ſeiþ to hem, Whos is þis ymage, and þe wrytyng aboue? Þei ſeyen to hym, Of Ceſar. Þanne he ſeiþ to hem, Þerfore ȝelde ȝee to Ceſar þo þingis þat ben Ceſaris, and to God þo þingis þat ben of God. And þei heerynge wondreden; and, hym laft, þei wenten awey. In þat day Saducees, þat ſeyen þere is no ryſyng aȝein, camen niȝ to hym, and axiden hym, ſeyinge, Maiſter, Moyſes ſeide, ȝif eny man be dead, nat hauynge a ſone, þat his broþer wedde his wyf, and reyſe ſeed to his broþer.

Forſoþe ſeuen breþeren weren at vs; and þe firſt, a wijf weddid, is dead. And he nat hauynge ſeed, left his wijf to his broþer; alſo þe ſecounde, and þe þridde, til to þe ſeuenþe. Forſoþe þe laſte of alle, and þe womman is dead. Þerefore in þe ryſynge aȝein, whos wijf of þe ſeuene ſhal ſhe be? for alle hadden hir. Soþely Jheſus anſwerynge ſeiþ to hem, Ȝee erren, neþer knowynge þe ſcripturis, neþer þe vertu of God. Forſoþe in þe ryſyng aȝeyn, neiþer þei wedden, neþer ben weddid; but þei ben as þe aungelis of God in heuene.

Soþely of þe ryſynge aȝein of dead men, ȝee han nat rad, þat it is ſeid of þe Lord, ſeyinge to ȝou, I am God of Abraham, and God of Yſaac, and God of Jacob? he is nat God of deed men, but of lyuynge men. And þe cumpanyes of peple heerynge, wondreden in his techynge. Forſoþe Phariſees, heerynge þat he hadde put ſilence to Saducees, camen to gidre in to oon. And oon of hem, a techer of þe lawe, axede Jheſus, temptynge hym, Maiſtre, whiche is a greet maundement in þe lawe? Jheſus ſeide to hym, Þou ſhalt loue þe Lord þi God, of al þin herte, and in al þi ſoule, and in al þi mynde. Þis is þe firſte and þe moſt maundement. Forſoþe þe ſecounde is lic to þis; Þou ſhalt loue þi neiȝbore as þi ſelf.

In þeſe two maundementis hangiþ al þe lawe and prophetis. Soþely þe Phariſees gedrid to gidre, Jheſus axide hem, ſeyinge, What ſemeþ to ȝou of Criſt, whos ſone is he? Þei ſeyen to hym, Of Dauiþ. He ſeiþ to hem, Þerfore hou Dauiþ in ſpirit clepiþ hym Lord, ſeyinge, Þe Lord ſeide to my Lord, Sitte on my riȝþalf, til þat I put þin enmyes a ſtole of þi feet? Þerfore ȝif Dauyd clepiþ him Lord, hou is he his ſone? And no man miȝt anſwere a word to hym, neþer eny man was hardy fro þat day, for to axe hym more.