Luke · Chapter 18

[ edit] Forſoþe he ſeide alſo a parable to hem, for it bihoueþ to preie euere, and to fayle not; ſeyinge, Sum iuge was in ſum citee, which dredde not God, neþer ſchamede of men. Forſoþe ſum widowe was in þat citee, and ſche cam to him, ſeyinge, Venge me of myn aduerſarie; and he wolde not by myche tyme. Soþli aftir þes þingis he ſeide wiþ ynne him ſilf, Þouȝ I drede not God, and ſchame not of man, neþeles for þis widowe is heuy, or diſeſeful, to me, I ſchal venge hir; leſt at þe laſte ſche comynge ſtrangle me.

Soþli þe Lord ſeide, Heere ȝe, what þe domeſman of wickidneſſe ſeiþ; forſoþ wher God ſchal not do þe veniaunce of his choſene, criynge to him nyȝt and day, and ſchal haue pacience in hem? Soþli I ſeie to ȝou, for ſoone he ſchal do þe veniaunce of hem. Neþeles geſſiſt þou, mannis ſone comynge ſchal fynde feiþ in erþe? Forſoþ he ſeide alſo to ſum men, þat triſtiden in hem ſilf, as riȝtful, and diſpiſeden oþere, þis parable, ſeyinge, Tweye men ſtiȝeden in to þe temple for to preie; oon a Phariſe, and þe toþir a pupplican.

Forſoþe þe Fariſe ſtondinge, praiede anentis him ſilf þes þingis, ſeyinge, God, I do þankingis to þee, for I am not as oþere men, raueynouris, vniuſt, auouters, as alſo þis pupplican; I faſte twyes in þe woke, I ȝyue tyþis of alle þingis whiche I haue in poſſeſſioun. And þe pupplican ſtondinge a fer nolde neþir reyſe þe yȝen to heuene, but ſmoot his breſt, ſeyinge, God be mercyful to me, ſynnere. Treuli I ſeye to ȝou, þis cam doun in to his hous iuſtified of him. For ech þat enhaunſiþ him ſilf ſchal be maad louȝ, and he þat mekiþ him ſilf, ſchal be enhaunſid. Forſoþe þei brouȝten to him ȝonge children, þat he ſchulde touch hem; which þing whanne diſciplis ſyȝen, þei blamyden hem.

Soþli Jheſu clepinge to gidere hem, ſeide, Suffre ȝe children to come to me, and nyle ȝe forbede hem, for of ſiche is þe rewme of heuenes. Treuli I ſeie to ȝou, who euere ſchal not take þe kyngdom of God as a child, he ſchal not entre in to it. And ſum prince axide him, ſeyinge, Good maiſtir, what þing doynge ſchal I welde euerlaſtyng lyf? Soþli Jheſu ſeyde to him, What ſeiſt þou me good? No man is good, no but God aloone. Þou knowiſt þe comaundementis, Þou ſchalt not ſle, Þou ſchalt not do leccherie, Þou ſchalt not do þefte, Þou ſchal not ſeye fals witneſſyng, Worſchipe fadir and modir. Which ſeide, I haue kept alle þes þingis fro my ȝouþe.

Which þing herd, Jheſu ſeide to him, Ȝit o þing fayliþ to þee; ſille þou alle, what euere þingis þou haſt, and ȝyue to pore men, and þou ſchalt haue treſour in heuene; and come, and ſue me. Þes þingis herd, he was ſorwful, for he was ful riche. Soþli Jheſu ſeinge him maad ſorwful ſeide, How hard þei þat han richeſſis ſchulen entre in to þe rewme of God; forſoþ it is eſyer a camel to paſſe þurȝ a nedlis yȝe, þan a riche man for to entre in to þe kingdom of God. And þei þat herden þes þingis ſeiden, And who may be maad ſaf? And he ſeide to hem, Þo þingis þat ben vnpoſſible anemptis men, ben poſſible anemptis God. Forſoþ Petre ſeide, Loo! we han forſake alle þingis, and han ſued þee.

Which ſeyde to hem, Treuly I ſeye to ȝou, no man is, þat ſchal forſake hous, eþer fadir, eþir modir, eþir briþeren, eþer wyf, eþer ſones, eþer feeldis, for þe rewme of God, and ſchal not receyue myche mo þingis in þis tyme, and in þe world to comynge euerelaſting lyf. Forſoþe Jheſu took twelue diſciplis, and ſeide to hem, Lo! we ſtiȝen to Jeruſalem, and alle þingis ſchulen be endid, þat ben writun by þe prophetis of mannis ſone. Forſoþ he ſchal be bitrayed to heþen men, and he ſchal be ſcorned, and ſcourgid, and biſpet; and aftir þat þei han ſcourgid, þei ſchulen ſle him, and þe þridde day he ſchal ryſe aȝein.

And þei vnderſtoden no þing of þeſe; and þis word was hid fro hem, and þei vndirſtoden not þo þingis þat weren ſeid. Forſoþe it was don, whanne Jheſu cam nyȝ to Jerico, ſum blynd man ſaat biſydis þe weye beggynge. And whanne he herde þe cumpany paſſynge, he axide, what þis þing was. Soþli þei ſeiden to him, þat Jheſu of Nazareþ paſſide. And he cryede, ſeyinge, Jheſu, þe ſone of Dauiþ, haue mercy on me. And þei þat wenten bifore blamyden him, þat he ſchulde be ſtille; ſoþli he cryede myche more, Þou ſone of Dauiþ, haue mercy on me. Forſoþe Jheſu ſtondinge comaundide him to be brouȝt forþ to him. And whanne he cam nyȝ, he axide him, ſeyinge, What wolt þou I ſchal do to þee?

And he ſeide, Lord, þat I ſe. And Jheſu ſeide to him, Bihold þou; þi feiþ haþ maad þee ſaaf. And anon he ſyȝ, and ſuede him, magnyfiynge God. And al þe peple, as it ſyȝ, ȝaf heriynge to God.