Great(i)
1 Crye nowe, as loude as thou canst. Leaue not of, lyft vp thy voyce lyke a trompet, & shewe my people theyr offences, & the house of Iacob their synnes.
2 For they seke me daylye, & wyll knowe my wayes, euen as it were a people that dyd ryght, and had not forsaken the statutes of theyr God. They argue wyth me concernynge ryght iudgement, and will be nye vnto God.
3 Wherfore fast we (saye they) and thou seest it not? we put out lyues to straytenes, and thou regardest it not?
4 Beholde, when ye fast, youre lust remayneth styll: for ye do no lesse vyolence to your detters: lo, ye fast to stryfe and debate, & to smyte with youre fyst without mercy. Now ye shall not fast thus that your voyce myght be hearde aboue.