And God sayde vnto hym in a dreame. I wot it wel that thou dyddest it in the purenesse of thy herte. And therfore I kepte the that thou shouldest not synne agaynst me, nether suffred I the to come nygh her.
for thus sayeth the Lorde of hostes: Wyth a gloryous power hath he sent me out to the Heathen, which spoyled you: for who so toucheth you, shal touche the aple of his owne eye.