CAP. L.
[verse 1] These thingus seith the Lord, What is this boc of the forsaking of ȝoure moder, that I lafte hir? or who is my creauncer, to whom I solde ȝou? Lo! forsothe in ȝoure wickidnesses [wickidnes AGHK. wickenesse E.] ȝee be sold, and in ȝoure hidous giltes I lafte ȝoure moder. [verse 2] For I cam, and there was not a ful man; I clepide, and ther was not that herde. Whether abreggid, and ful litil maad is myn hond, that I mai [myȝte AE pr. m. GHK.] not aȝeenbien [aȝeebien C.] ? or is not to me vertue to delyuere? Lo! in my blamyng desert I shal make the se, I [and I AGHK.] shal putte flodis in to droȝte; stinke shul fisshes withoute watir, and dien in thrist. [verse 3] I shal clothin heuenes with derc|nesses,