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1 Thus saith the Lorde: Where is the byll of your mothers deuorcement whom I sent away? or who is the vsurer to whom I solde you? Beholde, for your offences are ye solde, and because of your transgression is your mother forsaken. 2 For why woulde no man receaue me when I came? and when I called, no man gaue me aunswere? Is my hande shortened that it myght not helpe? or haue I not power to deliuer? lo, at a worde I drynke vp the sea, & of water fluddes I make drye lande: so that for want of water the fishe corrupt and dye for thirste. 3 As for heauen I clothe it with darknesse, and put as it were a sacke vpon it. 4 The Lorde God hath geuen me a well learned tongue, so that I can comfort them that are troubled, yea & that in due season: he wakeneth mine eare vp betymes in the mornyng, betymes in the mornyng I say he wyll waken mine eare, that I might hearke as to the schoolemaisters. 5 The Lorde God hath opened myne eare, and I haue not gaynesayde nor withdrawen my selfe. 6 But I offred my backe vnto the smiters, and my cheekes to the nippers: I turned not my face from shame and spittinges. 7 And the Lorde God shall helpe me, therfore shall I not be confounded: I haue therfore hardened my face lyke a flint stone, for I am sure that I shall not come to confusion. Isaiah 50:1-7, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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