Jerusalem the Useless Vine

1The worde of the LORDE came vnto me, sayenge: 2Thou sonne of man: What commeth of the vyne amonge all other trees? and of the wyne stocke, amoge all other tymbre of the groaue? 3Do me take wodd of it, to make eny worke withall? Or maye there a nale be made of it, to hange eny thinge vpon? 4Beholde, it is cast in the fyre to be brent, the fyre consumeth both the endes of it, the myddest is brent to asshes. Is it mete then for eny worke? No. 5Seinge then, that it was mete for no worke, beinge whole: moch lesse maye there eny thinge be made of it, when the fyre hath consumed and brent it. 6And therfore thus saieth the LORDE God: Like as I cast the vyne in to the fyre for to be brent, as other trees of the wod: Euen so wil I do with them that dwell in Ierusalem, 7and set my face agaynst them: they shall go out from the fyre, and yet the fyre shall consume them. Then shal ye knowe, that I am the LORDE, when I set my face agaynst them, 8and make the londe waist: because they haue so sore offended, saieth the LORDE God.