Jeremiah 45

Coverdale(i) 1 These are the wordes yt Ieremy the prophet spake vnto Baruch the sonne of Nerias, after that he had written these Sermos into a boke at the mouth of Ieremy, In the fourth yeare of Ioachim the sonne of Iosias kynge of Iuda. 2 Thus saieth the LORDE God of Israel vnto the, O Baruch: 3 In so moch as thou thoughtest thus (when thou wast writinge) Wo is me, the LORDE hath geuen me payne for my trauayle: I haue weeried my self wt sighinge, and shall I fynde no rest? 4 Therfore tell him (O Ieremy) yt the LORDE saieth thus: Beholde, The thige that I haue buylded, wil I breake downe agayne, and rote out the thinge, that I haue planted, yee this whole londe. 5 And sekest thou yet promocio? Loke not for it, and desyre it not. For I will bringe a miserable plage vpo all flesh, saieth the LORDE. But thy life will I geue the for a pray, where so euer thou goest.