Jeremiah 20

Matthew(i) 1 When Phashur the preaste, the sonne of Emer, chefe in the house of the Lorde, herde Ieremy preache so stedfastly: 2 he smote Ieremye, & put hym in the stockes, that are by the hye gate of BenIamim, in the house of the Lorde. 3 The nexte daye folowynge Phashur brought Ieremye out of the stockes agayne. Then sayde Ieremy vnto hym: The Lorde shall call the nomore Phashur (that is excellent and increasynge) but Magor (that is fearfull and afrayed) euery where. 4 For thus sayeth the Lorde: beholde, I wyll make the afrayed, the thy selfe, and all that fauoure the: which shall peryshe wyth the swearde of their enemyes, euen before thy face. And I wyll geue whole Iuda vnder the power of the kynge of Babylon, which shall carie some vnto Babylon presoners, & slaye some with the swearde. 5 Moreouer, all the substaunce of this lande, all their precyous and gorgeous worckes, all costlynesse, & all the treasure of the Kynges of Iuda: wyll I geue in to the handes of their enemyes, which shall spoyle them, and carie them vnto Babylon. 6 But as for the (O Phashur) thou shalt be caried vnto Babylon with all thine housholde, & to Babylon shalt thou come, where thou shalt dye, and be buryed: thou & all thy fauourers, to whom thou hast preached lyes 7 O Lorde, thou makest me weake, but thou refreshest me, & makest me stronge agayne. All the daye longe am the despysed, & laughed to scorne of euery man: 8 because I haue now preached longe agaynst malycious Tyranny, & shewed them of destruccion. For the which cause they cast the worde of the Lorde in my teeth, and take me euer to the worst. 9 Wherfore, I thought from hence forth, not to speake of hym, ner to preach eny more in hys name. But the worde of the Lorde was a very burnynge fyre in my herte and in my bones, which when I wolde haue stopped I might not. 10 For why, I herde so many derisyons and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companions, and of soch as were conuersaunte with me: whiche wente aboute, to make me afrayed, sayinge, vpon hym, let vs go vpon him to feare hym and make hym holde his tonge: that we maye ouer come hym, and be auenged of hym. 11 But the Lorde stode by me, lyke a myghtie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coulde do nothing. They shall be sore confounded, for they haue done vnwysely, they shall haue an euerlastynge shame. 12 And now, O Lorde of Hostes, thou ryghtuous sercher (which knowest the reynes and the very hertes:) let me se them punished, for vnto the I commytte my cause. 13 Synge vnto the Lorde, and prayse hym, for he hath deliuered the soule of the oppressed, from the hande of the violent. 14 Cursed be the daye, wher in I was borne: vnhappye be the daye, wherin my mother brought me forth. 15 Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tydinges, to make hym glad, saying: thou hast gotten a sonne. 16 Lett it happen vnto that man, as to the cyties whiche the Lorde turned vp syde downe (when he had hearde longe the wicked rumoure of them) 17 because he slewe me not, as sone as I came out of my mothers wombe, & because my mother was not my graue her selfe, that the byrth mighte not haue come out, but remayned styl in her. 18 Wherfore came I forth of my mother wombe? To haue experience of all laboure & sorow? & to leade my lyfe wyth shame?