¶ On the frydaye next folowynge. The Epistle.
CRye with the throte and spare not. Lyf∣te* 1.1 vp thy voyce as a trompet / and tell my people their offences and the house of Iacob their synnes. For me they seke da∣ye by daye / and will knowe my wayes / as a pe¦ople that doth ryghteousnes / and hath not forsaken the equitie of their God. They seke of me ryghteous iudgementes / and wyll dra∣wenye vnto God. Why have we fasted and thou hast not loked vpon it / have vmbled ou∣re soules / & thou woldest not wyt it. Beholde when ye fast / ye can fynde youre awne lustes / and can call cruellye on all youre detters. Ye fast to lawe and stryve and to smyte with fyst