Great(i)
9 Myne herytage is vnto me, as a speckled byrde, a byrde of dyuerse coloures is vpon it. Come, & gather ye to geather al the beastes of the felde. Come that ye maye eate it vp.
10 Diuerse herdmen haue broken downe my vyneyarde, and troden vpon my porcyon. Of my pleasaunt porcyon, they haue made a wyldernes and desert.
11 They haue layed it waste: & now that it is waste, it sigheth vnto me. Yee, the whole land lyeth waste, & no man regardeth it.
12 The destroyers come ouer the heeth euery waye, for the sweard of the Lorde doth consume from the one ende of the land to the other, & no flesh hath rest.