Haggai 2:4-9

Matthew(i) 4 Neuerthelesse be of good chere O Zarobabel (sayeth the Lorde) be of good comforte, O Iesua thou sonne of Iosedech hye pryest: take good hertes vnto you also, all ye people of the lande, sayeth the Lorde of hostes 5 and do accordynge to the worde (for I am wt you, sayeth the Lorde of hostes) lyke as I agreed wyth you, when ye came oute of the land of Egypte: and my spryte shalbe among you, feare ye not. 6 For thus sayth the Lorde of hostes: yet ones more wyll I shake heauen and earthe, the sea and the drye lande: 7 yea, I will moue al heathen, & the comforte of all Heathen shall come, and so wyll I fyl thys house wyth honoure, sayeth the Lorde of hostes. 8 The syluer is myne, and the gold is myne, sayth the lord of hostes. 9 Thus the glorye of the last house shalbe greater then the fyrste, sayeth the Lorde of hostes: and in this place will I geue peace, sayeth the Lorde of hostes.