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O bloody citie, it is all full of lyes, and the pray departeth not:
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The noyse of a whippe, and the noyse of the mouing of the wheeles, and the beating of the horses, and the leaping of the charets.
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The horseman lifteth vp both the bright sword, and the glittering speare, and a multitude is slaine, and the dead bodyes are there is none ende of their they stumble vpon their corpses,
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Because of the multitude of the fornications of the harlot that is beautifull, and is a mistresse of witchcraft, and selleth the people thorow her whoredome, and the nations thorowe her witchcrafts.
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Beholde, I come vpon thee, saith the Lord of hostes, and will discouer thy skirtes vpon thy face, and will shewe the nations thy filthines, and the kingdomes thy shame.
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And I will cast filth vpon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gasing stocke.
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And it shall come to passe, that al they that looke vpon thee, shall flee from thee, and say, Nineueh is destroyed, who will haue pitie vpon her? where shall I seeke comforters for thee?
8
Art thou better then No, which was ful of people? that lay in the riuers, and had the waters round about it? whose ditche was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
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Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and there was none Put and Lubim were her helpers.
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Yet was she caried awaye, and went into her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the and they cast lottes for her noble men, and al her myghtie men were bound in chaines.
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Also thou shalt bee thou shalt hide thy selfe, and shalt seeke helpe because of the enemie.
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All thy strong cities shall be like figtrees with the first ripe for if they be shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
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Beholde, thy people within thee are the gates of thy land shalbe opened vnto thine enemies, and ye fire shall deuoure thy barres.
14
Drawe thee waters for the fortifie thy strong go into the clay, and temper the make strong bricke.
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There shall ye fire deuoure the sword shall cut thee it shall eate thee vp like the locustes, though thou bee multiplied like the locustes, and multiplyed like the grashopper.
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Thou hast multiplied thy marchantes aboue the starres of the locust spoileth and flyeth away.
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Thy princes are as the grashoppers, and thy captaines as the great grashoppers which remaine in the hedges in the colde but when the sunne ariseth, they flee away and their place is not knowen where they are.
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Thy shepheardes doe sleepe, O King of thy strong men lie thy people is scattered vpon the mountaines, and no man gathereth them.
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There is no healing of thy thy plague is all that heare the brute of thee, shall clap the handes ouer for vpon whome hath not thy malice passed continually?