Luke · Chapter 20

[ edit] And it was don in oon of dayes, him techinge þe peple in þe temple, and prechinge þe goſpel, þe princis of preſtis and þe ſcribis camen to gidere wiþ þe eldre men; and ſeiden, ſeyinge to him, Seye to vs, in what power þou doſt þis þing, eþer who ȝaf to þee þis power? Forſoþe Jheſu anſweringe ſeide to hem, And I ſchal axe ȝou a word; anſwere ȝe to me. Was þe baptym of Joon of heuene, eþer of men? And þei þouȝten wiþ ynne hem ſelue, ſeyinge, For if we ſchulen ſeye, Of heuene, he ſchal ſeye, Whi þerfore bileuen ȝe not to him? forſoþ if we ſchulen ſeye, Of men, all þe comyn peple ſchal ſtoone vs; for þei ben certeyn, þat John is a prophete.

And þei anſweriden, þat þei witen not, of whennis it was. And Jheſu ſeide to hem, Neiþer I ſeie to ȝou, in what power I do þes þingis. Forſoþe he bigan to ſeye to þe comyn peple þis parable. Sum man plantide a vyner, and ſettide it to ferme to tilieris; and he was in pilgrymage many tymes. And in þe tyme of gedrynge of grapis, he ſente a ſeruaunt to þe tilieris, þat þei ſchulden ȝyue to him of þe fruyt of þe vyner; whiche leften him, betun, voyde. And he addide to ſende anoþer ſeruaunt; forſoþe alſo þei betinge þis, and ponyſchynge wiþ diſpiſingis, leften voyde. And he addide to ſende þe þridde, whiche alſo woundinge him, caſtiden out. Soþli þe lord of þe vyner ſeide, What ſchal I do?

I ſchal ſende my dereworþe ſone; perauenture whanne þei ſchulen ſe him, þei ſchulen be aſchamyd. Whom whanne þe tilieris hadden ſeyn, þei þouȝten wiþ ynne hem ſelue, ſeyinge, Þis is þe eyr, ſle we him, þat þe eritage be maad oure. And þei killiden him, caſt out of þe vyner. What þerfore ſchal þe lord of þe vyner do to hem? He ſchal come, and leſe þeſe tilieris, and he ſchal ȝyue þe vyner to oþere. Which þing herd, þei ſeiden to him, Fer be it. Forſoþe he biholdinge hem, ſeide, What þerfore is þis þing þat is writun, Þe ſtoon whom men bildinge reproueden, þis is maad in to þe heed of þe corner?

Ech þat ſchal falle on þat ſtoon, ſchal be bryſid; forſoþe on whom it ſchal falle, it ſchal breke him in to ſmale parties. And þe princes of preſtis, and þe ſcribis, ſouȝten to ſette hondis on him in þat our, and þei dredden þe peple; forſoþe þei knewen þat to hem he ſeide þis lykneſſe. And þei aſpyinge ſenten aſpieris, whiche feyneden hem ſelue iuſte, þat þei ſchulden take him in word, and bitake him to þe prince, and to þe power of þe iuſtiſe. And þei axiden him, ſeyinge, Maiſtir, we witen, þat þou ſeiſt and techiſt riȝtly; and þou takiſt not perſoone of man, but þou techiſt in treuþ þe wey of God. Is it leefful to vs to ȝyue tribute to Ceſar, eþer nay?

Forſoþe he biholdinge þe diſſeyt of hem, ſeide to hem, What tempte ȝe me? Schewe ȝe to me a peny; whos ymage and writynge aboue haþ it? Þei anſweringe ſeiden to him, Ceſaris. And he ſeide to hem, Þerfore ȝelde ȝe to Ceſar þo þingis þat ben of Ceſar, and þo þingis þat ben of God, to God. And þei myȝten not reproue his word bifore þe pore peple; and þei wondringe in his anſwere, helden pees. Summe of þe Sadducees, þat denyen aȝen ryſinge to be, neiȝeden, and axiden him, ſeyinge, Maiſtir, Moyſes wrot to vs, if þe broþer of ony man hauynge wyf deiede, and he was wiþ oute fre children, þat his broþer take his wyf, and reyſe ſeed to his broþer. Þerfore ſeuene briþeren weren.

Þe firſte took a wyf, and is deed, wiþ outen ſones; and þe broþer ſuwinge took hir, and he is deed wiþ oute ſone; and þe þridde took hir; alſo and alle ſeuene, and leften no ſeed, but ben deede; and þe womman þe laſte of alle is deed. Þerfore in þe riſynge aȝein, whos wyf of hem ſchal ſche be? forſoþe ſeuene hadden hir wyf. And Jheſu ſeide to hem, Sones of þis world wedden, and ben ȝouun to weddingis; forſoþe þei þat be worþi to þat world, and ryſing aȝen fro deede men, neiþer ben weddid, neþer wedden wyues, neþer ſchulen mowe deye more; forſoþ þei ben euene wiþ aungels, and ben þe ſones of God, ſiþen þei ben þe ſones of ryſinge aȝen.

Forſoþe for deede men ryſen aȝen, alſo Moyſes ſchewide byſyde þe boyſche, as he ſeiþ, Þe Lord God of Abraham, and God of Iſaac, and God of Jacob. Forſoþ God is not of deede men, but of lyuynge men; forſoþ alle men lyuen to hym. Soþli ſumme of þe ſcribis anſweringe ſeide, Maiſtir, þou haſt well ſeide. And þei durſte no more axe him ony þing. Forſoþ he ſeide to hem, How ſeyn men, þat Criſt is þe ſone of Dauiþ, and Dauiþ him ſilf ſeiþ in þe book of Salmes, Þe Lord ſeide to my lord, Sitte þou on my riȝt half, til I putte þin enemyes a ſtool of þi feet. Þerfore Dauiþ clepiþ him lord, and how is he his ſone?

Soþli al þe peple heeringe, he ſeyde to his diſciplis, Be ȝe war of ſcribis, þat wolen go in ſtoolis, and louen ſalutaciouns in þe cheping, and þe firſte chayris in ſynagogis, and þe firſte ſitting places in feeſtis; whiche deuouren þe houſis of widowis, feynynge long preier; þes ſchulen take more dampnacioun.