Revelation · Chapter 19

[ edit] Aftir þes þinges I herde as a greet voys of many trumpis in heuen, ſeiynge, Alleluya; heriynge, and glory, and vertu is to oure God; for trewe and iuſt ben þe domes of him, þe whiche demeden of þe greet hoore, þat corrumpide þe erþe in hir leccherie, and demyde, or vengide, þe blood of his ſeruauntis, of þe hondis of hir. And eft þei ſeiden, Alleluya, þat is, Herie ȝe þe Lord. And þe ſmoke of it ſtiȝiþ vp, in to worldlis of worldlis. And þe foure and twenty elder men and þe foure beeſtis fellen doun, and worſchipiden God ſittynge vpon trone, ſeiynge, Amen, Alleluya.

And a voys wente out of þe trone, ſeiynge, To oure God, ſeie ȝe, alle þe ſeruauntis of him, heriyng, and ȝe þat dreden God, ſmale and grete. And Y herde a voys of a greet trumpe, and as þe voys of grete þundris, ſeiynge, Alleluya; for oure God almiȝty haþ regnyd. Enioye we, and glade we wiþ out forþe, and ȝiue we glory to him; for þe weddinges of þe lombe camen, and þe wijf of him made redy hir ſilf. And it is ȝouun to hir, þat ſhe couere hir wiþ whijte bijce ſhijnynge; forſoþe bijcen ben þe iuſtifiynges of ſeyntis. And he ſeide to me, Wrijte þou, Bleſſid þei, þat ben clepid to þe ſoper of weddingis of þe lomb. And he ſeide to me, Þes wordis of God ben trewe.

And I fel doun bifore his feet, þat I ſhulde worſchipe him. And he ſeide to me, See, þat þou do not; I am þin euen ſeruaunt, and of þi briþeren, hauynge þe witneſſyng of Jheſu; worſchipe þou God. Forſoþe þe witneſſing of Jheſu is ſpirit of profecie. And I ſiȝe heuen openyd, and lo! a whijt hors, and he þat ſat vpon hym was clepid Feiþful and ſoþefaſt; and wiþ riȝtwiſneſſe he demiþ, and fiȝtiþ. Forſoþe þe iȝen of him as flaume of fijr, and in his heed many diademes; hauynge a name writun, which no man knew, no but he. And he was cloþid in a clooþ ſpreynd wiþ blood; and þe name of hym was clepid Þe word of God.

And þe hooſtes, or companyes, þat ben in heuen, ſueden him in whijte horſis, cloþid wiþ biſſyn, whijte and cleene. And a ſwerd ſharp on ech ſijde cam forþ of his mouþ, þat in it he ſmyte folkes; and he ſhal reule hem in an yren ȝerde. And he trediþ, or defouliþ, þe preſſour of wijn of woodneſſe of wraþþe of almiȝty God. And he haþ writen in his cloþ, and hemme, Kyng of kyngis and Lord of lordis.

And I ſiȝe an aungel, ſtondinge in þe ſunne; and he criede wiþ greet voys, ſeiynge to alle briddis, þat flewen bi þe mydle of heuen, Come ȝe, and be ȝe gederid to gydere to þe greet ſoper of God, þat ȝe ete þe fleſches of kingis, and þe fleſches of tribunys, and þe fleſches of ſtronge, and fleſches of horſis, and of þe ſittinge on hem, and þe fleſches of alle fre men and ſeruauntis, and of ſmale and of greete. And I ſiȝe þe beeſt, and kingis of erþe, and þe hooſtes of hem gederid, to make bateyle wiþ him, þat ſat in þe hors, and wiþ his hooſt.

And þe beeſt is cauȝt, and wiþ hir þe fals prophet, þat made ſignes bifor hir; in whiche he deceyuede hem þat token þe carect of þe beeſt, and þat worſhipeden þe ymage of it. Þes two ben ſent quyke in to þe pool of fijr, brennynge in brunſton. And þe oþere ben ſlayn in ſwerd of þe ſittynge on þe hors, þat comeþ forþ of þe mouþ of him; and alle briddis ben fulfillid wiþ þe fleſchis of hem.