Mark · Chapter 8

[ edit] In þo dayes, whanne moche cumpenye of peple was wiþ Jheſu, and hadde not what þei ſchulden ete, his diſciplis gaderid to gidere, he ſeiþ to hem, I haue rewþe on þe cumpanye of peple, for loo! now þe þridde day þei ſuſteynen, or abyden me, and han not what þei ſchulen ete; and if I leeue hem faſtinge in to her hous, þei ſchulen faile in þe weye; forſoþe ſumme of hem camen fro fer. And diſciplis anſweriden to him, Wherof a man ſchal mowe fille hem wiþ looues here in wildirneſſe? And he axide hem, How manye looues han ȝe? Þe whiche ſeiden, Seuene. And he comaundide þe cumpanye to ſitt doun on þe erþe.

And he takynge ſeuene looues, and doynge þankynges, brak, and ȝaf to his diſciplis, þat þei ſchulden putte forþ. And þei ſetten forþ to þe cumpany. And þei hadden a fewe ſmale fiſchis; and he bleſſide hem, and comaundide for to be put forþ. And þei eeten, and ben fulfild; and þei token vp þat lefte of relyf, or ſmale gobatis, ſeuene leepis. Forſoþ þei þat eeten, weren as foure þouſand of men; and he lefte hem. And anon he wente vp in to a boot, wiþ his diſciplis, and cam in to þe partis of Dalmamyþa. And Phariſees wenten out, and bigunnen to ſeke, or axe, wiþ him, axynge a tokene of hym fro heuene, temptinge hym. And he ſorwynge wiþynne in ſpirit, ſeiþ, What ſekiþ þis generacioun a tokene?

Treuly I ſeie to ȝou, if a tokene ſchal be ȝouun to þis generacioun. And he leeuynge hem, wente vp eftſoone in to a boot, and wente ouer þe ſee. And þei forȝaten to take breed, and þei hadden not wiþ hem no but o loof in þe boot. And he comaundide to hem, ſeyinge, Se ȝe, and be ȝe war of þe ſourdowȝ of Phariſees, and ſourdowȝ of Eroude. And þei þouȝten oon to anoþer, ſeiynge, For we han not breed.

Þe which þing knowun, Jheſus ſeiþ to hem, What þenke ȝe, for ȝe han not breed? Ȝit ȝe knowen not, ne vndirſtonden; ȝit ȝe han ȝoure herte blyndid. Ȝe hauynge yȝen, ſeen not, and ȝe hauynge eeris, heeren not; neþer ȝe han mynde, whanne I brak fyue looues in to fiue þouſande, and hou manye coffyns ful of brokene mete ȝe token vp? Þei ſeyn to him, Twelue. Whanne and ſeuene looues in to four þouſande of men, how many leepis of brokene mete ȝe token vp? And þei ſeyen, Seuene. And he ſeide to hem, How vndirſtonden ȝe not ȝit? And þei comen to Beþſayda, and þei bryngen to him a blynd man, and preieden hym, þat he ſchulde touche him.

And þe hond of þe blynd man takun, he ledde him out of þe ſtreete, and ſpetynge in to his yȝen, his hondis put to, he axide him, if he ſyȝ ony þing. And he biholdinge, ſeiþ, I ſe men as trees walkynge. Aftirward eftſoones he puttide hondis on his yȝen, and he bigan for to ſe, and he is reſtorid, ſo þat he ſyȝ clerely alle þingis. And he ſente him in to his hous, ſeyinge, Go in to þi hous; and if þou ſchalt go in to þe ſtreete, ſeye to no man. And Jheſus entride yn and his diſciplis in to þe caſtels of Sezarie of Philip. And in þe weye he axide his diſciplis, ſeiynge to hem, Whom ſeyn men me for to be?

Þe whiche anſweriden to hym, ſeiynge, Summe, John Baptiſt; oþere ſeyn, Helye; but oþere ſeyn, as oon of þe prophetis. Þanne he ſeiþ to hem, But whom ſeye ȝe me for to be? Petre anſweringe, ſeiþ to him, Þou ert Criſt. And he þretenyde hem, þat þei ſchulden nat ſeie to ony man of him. And he bigan for to teche hem, for it bihoueþ mannis ſone ſuffre manye þingis, and to be reproued of þe hiȝeſte preſtis, and of eldere men, and ſcribis, and to be ſlayn, and aftir þre dayes, for to riſe aȝen. And he ſpak playnli þe word. And Petre takynge him, bygan for to blame him.

Þe which turnyd, ſeynge his diſciplis, manaſide Petre, ſeiynge, Go aftir me, Saþanas; for þou ſaueriſt not þo þingis þat ben of God, but þo þingis þat ben of men. And þe cumpanye of peple gederid, wiþ his diſciplis, he ſeide to hem, If ony man wole ſue me, denye he him ſelf, and take he his cros, and ſue he me. Soþly who ſo wole make his ſoule, þat is, his lyf, ſaf, he ſchal leeſe it; forſoþe he þat ſchal leeſe his ſoule, þat is, his lyf, for me and þe goſpel, ſchal make it ſaf. Soþli what profiteþ it a man, if he wynne al þe world, and do peyringe to his ſoule? or what chaungyng ſchal a man ȝyue for his ſoule?

Forſoþ who þat ſchal knoleche me, and my wordis in þis generacioun auoutreſſe, and mannis ſone ſchal knowleche him, whanne he ſchal come in þe glory of his fadir, wiþ his aungels.