Matthew(i) 1 These are the wordes that Ieremy the prophete spake vnto Baruch the sonne of Neriah, after that he had written these Sermons into a boke at the mouthe of Ieremy, In the fourth yeare of Iehoakim the sonne of Iosiah kinge of Iuda. 2 Thus sayeth the Lorde God of Israell vnto the, O Baruch: 3 In so muche as thou thoughtest thus (when thou wast wryttyng.) Wo is me, the Lorde hath geuen me payne for my trauaile: I haue weried my selfe with sighinghe, and shal I finde no rest? 4 Therfore tell him, O Ieremye, that the Lorde sayeth thus: Beholde, the thing that I haue buylded wyll I breake doune agayne, and rote oute the thinge that I haue planted, yea thys whole lande. 5 And sekest thou yet promocyon? Loke not for it, and desire it not. For I wyll bryng a miserable plage vpon all fleshe sayeth the Lord. But thy lyfe will I geue the for a pray wheresoeuer thou goest.