Luke 22:1-22 ▼

1 The feast of sweete breade drewe nye, which is called the Passouer.

2 And ye hie priestes and scribes sought howe they myght kyll hym, for they feared the people.

3 Then entred Satan into Iudas, whose sirname was Iscariot, whiche was of the number of the twelue.

4 And he went his waye, and communed with the hye priestes and officers, howe he myght betray him vnto them.

5 And they were glad, and promised to geue him money.

6 And he consented, and sought oportunitie to betray him vnto them, when the people were away.

7 Then came the day of sweete breade, when of necessitie the Passouer must be offered.

8 And he sent Peter and Iohn, saying: Go and prepare vs the Passouer, that we may eate.

9 They sayde vnto hym: Where wylt thou that we prepare?

10 And he sayde vnto them: Beholde, when ye enter into the citie, there shall a man meete you, bearyng a pitcher of water, hym folowe into the same house that he entreth in.

11 And ye shall say vnto the good man of the house, the maister saith vnto thee, where is the ghest chamber, where I shall eate ye Passouer with my disciples?

12 And he shal shew you an vpper chamber prepared, there make redye.

13 And they went, and founde as he had sayde vnto them: and they made redye the Passouer.

14 And when the houre was come, he sate downe, & the twelue apostles with hym.

15 And he sayde vnto them: I haue earnestly desired to eate this Passouer with you, before that I suffer.

16 For I saye vnto you, hencefoorth I wyll not eate of it any more, vntyll it be fulfylled in the kyngdome of God.

17 And he toke the cuppe, & gaue thankes, and sayde, Take this, and deuide it aamong you:

18 For I say vnto you, I wyll not drinke of the fruite of the vine, vntyll the kyngdome of God come.

19 And he toke bread, and when he had geue thankes, he brake it and gaue vnto the, saying, This is my body, which is geuen for you: This do in the remembraunce of me.

20 Lykewise also, when he had supped, he toke the cuppe, saying: This cuppe is the new testamet in my blood, which is shed for you.

21 Yet beholde, the hande of hym that betrayeth me, is with me on the table.

22 And truely the sonne of man goeth as it is appoynted: but wo vnto that man by whom he is betrayed.