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1 So the word of the lord of hoastes came vnto me, saying: 2 Thus saith the lorde of hoastes: I was in great ielousie for Sion, yea I haue ben very ielous for her with great wrath. 3 Thus saith the Lord: I wyl returne vnto Sion, & wyll dwell in the middest of Hierusalem: so that Hierusalem shalbe called, A faithful and true citie, the hil of the Lorde of hoastes, an holy hill. 4 Thus saith the lord of hoastes: There shal yet olde men & olde women dwel againe in the streetes of Hierusalem: yea, & such as go with staues in their handes for very age. 5 The streetes of the citie also shalbe ful of young boyes and damsels playing in the streetes thereof. 6 Thus saith the Lorde of hoastes: If the residue of this people thinke it to be vnpossible in their eyes in these dayes: shoulde it therfore be vnpossible in my sight, saith the Lorde of hoastes? 7 Thus saith the Lorde of hoastes: Beholde, I wyll deliuer my people from the countryes of the east and west, 8 And wyl bring them againe, that they may dwel in the middest of Hierusalem: they shalbe my people, and I wyl be their God in trueth and righteousnesse. 9 Thus saith the Lorde of hoastes: Let your hands be strong ye that now heare these wordes by the mouth of the prophetes which are in these dayes, that the foundation of the house of the Lord of hoastes is layde, that the temple may be builded. 10 For before these dayes neither men nor cattaile could winne any thing, neither might any man come in and out in reste for trouble: but I let euery man go against his neighbour. 11 Neuerthelesse, I wyl now intreate the residue of this people no more as afore time, saith the Lorde of Hoastes. 12 For the seede shal prosper, the vine shal geue her fruite, the grounde shall geue her encrease, and the heauens shal geue their deawe, and I shall cause the remnaunt of this people to haue all these in possession. 13 And it shal come to passe, that like as ye were a curse among the heathen O ye house of Iuda and ye house of Israel, euen so wyll I deliuer you, that ye shal be a blessing: feare not, but let your handes be strong: Zechariah 8:1-13, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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