Revelation · Chapter 7

[ edit] Aftir þes þinges I ſiȝe foure aungels ſtondinge vpon þe foure corners of þe erþe, holdinge foure wijndis of þe erþe, þat þei blewen not on erþe, neþir on þe ſe, neþir in to ony tre. And Y ſiȝe an oþer aungel ſtiȝinge fro þe riſyng of þe ſunne, hauynge a ſigne of þe quike God. And he criede wiþ a greet voys to þe foure aungels, to whiche it was ȝouun to noiȝe to þe erþe, and ſe, ſeiynge, Nyle ȝe noiȝe þe erþe, and ſe, neþer to trees, til we ſigne, or marke, þe ſeruauntes of oure God in þe forhedis of hem.

And I herde þe noumbre of markid, an hundrid and foure and fourty þouſynd markid, of euery lynage of þe ſones of Yrael; of þe lynage of Juda, twelue þouſynd ſigned; of þe lynage of Ruben, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Gad, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Aſer, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Neptalym, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Manaſſe, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Symeon, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Leuy, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Yſacar, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Zabulon, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Joſeph, twelue þouſynd markid; of þe lynage of Beniamyn, twelue þouſynd markid.

Aftir þes þinges I ſiȝe a greet company, whom no man miȝte noumbre, of alle folkis, and lynagis, and puplis, and tungis, ſtondinge bifore þe trone, in þe ſiȝt of þe lomb; couerid, or cloþid, wiþ whijte ſtoolis, and palmes in þe hondis of hem. And þei crieden wiþ greet voys, ſeiynge, Helþe to oure God, þat ſittiþ on trone, and to þe lombe. And alle aungels ſtoden in cumpas of þe trone, and of ſenyouris, or eldre, and foure beeſtis. And þei fellen in þe ſiȝt of þe trone, in to her facis, and worſchipiden God, ſeiynge, Amen! bleſſyng, and cleernes, and wiſdom, and doynge of þankingis, and honour, and vertu, and ſtrengþe to oure God, in to worldlis of worldlis. Amen.

And oon of þe eldre men anſweride, and ſeide to me, Who ben þes, þat ben couerid, or cloþid, wiþ whijte ſtoolis? and fro whennus camen þei? And I ſeide to him, My lord, þou wooſt. And he ſeide to me, Þes ben þei, þat camen fro greet tribulacioun, and waſchiden her ſtooles, and maden hem whijte in blood of þe lomb. Þerfore þei ben bifore þe trone of God, and ſeruen to him day and niȝt, in his temple. And he þat ſittiþ in trone, dwelliþ on hem. Þei ſhulen no more hungre, and þirſte, neþer ſunne ſhal falle on hem, neþer ony heete.

For þe lomb, þat is in þe mydle of þe trone, ſhal gouerne hem, and ſhal leede hem forþ to þe wellis of watris of lijf; and God ſhal wipe awey ech teer fro þe iȝen of hem.