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16 Thou sonne of man, beholde, I will take awaye the pleasure of thyne eyes wt a plage: yet shalt thou nether mourne, ner wepe, ner water thy chekes therfore:
17 thou mayest mourne by thy self alone, but vse no deadly lamentacion. Holde on thy bonet, and put on thy shoes vpon thy fete, couer not thy face, & eat no mourners bread.
18 So I spake vnto the people by times in the mornyng, & at euen my wyfe dyed: then vpon the next morowe, I dyd as I was commaunded.
19 And the people sayd vnto me, wilt thou not tell vs what thys signifyeth towarde vs, for this thou doest for our sake.
20 I answered them, the worde of the Lorde came vnto me sayeng:
21 Tell the house of Israell, thus sayeth the Lorde God: beholde, I will suspende my sanctuary: euen the glory of your power, the pleasure of your eyes, and the thing that ye loue: your sonnes and daughters whom ye haue left, shal fall thorow the swearde.
22 Lyke as I haue done, so shall ye do also: Ye shall not hyde your faces, ye shall eate no mourners bread:
23 your bonnettes shall ye haue vpon your heades, & shoes vpon your fete. Ye shall nether mourne ner wepe, but, in your synnes ye shalbe sorowfull, & one repente with another.