Great(i)
1 Bell is fallen, Nabo is broken downe: whose ymages were a burthen for the beastes and catell, to ouerlade them, and to make them weery.
2 They are soncke downe, and fallen together: for they maye not ease them of theyr burthen, therfore must they go into captiuitie.
3 Herken vnto me, O house of Iacob, and all ye that remayne yet of the housholde of Israel: whom I haue borne from youre mothers wombe, and brought you vp from youre byrth, tyll ye were growen.
4 I, I, which shall beare you vnto youre last age. I haue made you, I wyll also norysh you, beare you and saue you.
5 Whom wyll ye make me lyke or to whom wyll ye make me equall or compare me that I shulde be lyke hym, in fashyon or ymage, that I maye be lyke him?
6 Ye fooles (no doute) wyll take out syluer & golde oute of youre purses, and wepe it, & hyre a goldsmyth to make a God of it, that men maye knele downe and worshyppe it.
7 Yet must he be taken on mennes shoulders & borne, and set in his place, that he maye stande and not moue out of his place. Alas, that men shuld crye crie vnto him which geueth no answere: and delyuereth not the man that calleth vpon him, from hys trouble:
8 Consydre this well, and be ashamed. Go into youre awne selues (O ye runnagates.)
9 Remembre the thynges which are past, sence the begynninge of the worlde: that I am God & that there is els no God, yee, & that there is nothinge, lyke vnto me.
10 In the begynnynge of a thynge. I shewe the ende therof: & I tell before, thinges that are not yet come to passe. My deuice stondeth, stedfastly stablyshed, & I fulfyll all my pleasure.
11 I call a byrde out of the East, & the man by whom my councell shall be fulfylled out of farre countrees, as soone as I thyncke to deuise a thynge, I do it.
12 Heare me, O ye that are of an hye stomacke, but farre from ryghteousnesse,
13 I shall bringe forth my ryghteousnes. It is not farre, & my health shall not tary longe awaye. I wyll laye health in Sion, and in Israel my glory.