The xxvij. Chapter.
THen the LORDE with his heuye, great [ A] and lōge swearde shal vyset Leuiathā, that invincible serpēt: euē Leuiathā yt croked serpent, and shal slaye the Wallfish in ye see. At the same tyme shal mē synge of the vyny¦arde of Muscatel. I the LORDE kepe it, and water it in due season. I watch daye & night, that no man breake in to it. I beare no euel wil in my mynde. Who will compell me, that I greatly forgettinge all faith fulnesse, shul¦de burne it vp at once wt thornes & bushes? Or who will enforce me to kepe or make pe¦ace? It wil come to this poynte, yt Iacob shalbe rooted againe, and Israel shalbe gre¦ne & beare floures, & they shal fyll ye whole worlde wt their frute. Smyteth he not his smyter, as euel as he is smyttē him self? De∣stroieth he not ye murtherers, as he is mur∣thured? Euery mā recōpenseth wt ye measure yt he receaueth: He museth vpō his sore wyn¦de,