Thou sonne of man, Nabuchodonosor the kynge of Babylon hath made hys hoste, wyth greate trauayle and laboure to come before Tyre: that euerye head may be balde, and euerye shoulder bare. Yet hath Tyre geuen neyther hym nor hys hoost anye rewarde, for the greate trauayle that he hath taken there.
& sende them to the kynge of Edom, the Kynge of Moab, the kynge of Ammon, the Kynge of Tyrus, and to the Kynge of Sydon: and that by the messaungers, whiche shall come to Ierusalem vnto Zedekiah the kynge of Iuda,
But the heauens verely and earth, which are now are kept by the same worde in store, and reserued vnto fyre, agaynste the daye of iudgemente, and perdycyon of vngodlye men.
howe shal we escape, yf we despise so great saluacyon, whyche at the fyrst began to be preached of the Lorde hym selfe, and afterward was confirmed to vswarde, by them that hearde it,
Thou Tyrus & Sidon and all ye borders of the Philistines: what haue ye to do with me? Wil ye defye me? wel yf ye wil nedes defye me, I shal recompence you, euen vpon youre head, & that right shortly:
Wo be to the Chorasin. Wo be to the Bethzaida: for if the miracles which were shewed in you, had be done in Tyre and Sidon, they had repented longe agone in sackcloth and ashes.
And I sawe the deade, both great and small stande before God: & the bokes were opened, & an other boke was opened, which is the boke of lyfe, and the dead were iudged of those thynges: which were wrytten in the bokes accordyng to theyr deedes: