TSK · Jude 1:12

Then will I plucke them vp by the rootes, out of my lande whiche I haue geuen them, and this house whiche I haue sanctified for my name, will I cast out of my sight, and will make it to be a prouerbe and a iest among all nations.

And he shalbe lyke a tree planted by the waters syde, that bryngeth foorth her fruite in due season: and whose leafe wythereth not, for whatsoeuer he doth it shall prosper.

So they dyd eate and were wel filled, for he gaue them their owne desire: neuerthelesse they were not alienated from their lust.

For his watchmen are all blynde, they haue altogether no vnderstanding, they are all dumbe dogges not beyng able to barke, they are sleepy, sluggishe are they and lye snortyng.

Thou sonne of man, prophecie against the shepheardes of Israel, prophecie and speake vnto them: thus saith the Lorde God vnto the shepheardes, Wo be vnto the shepheardes of Israel that feede them selues: should not the shepheards feede the flockes?

Thus saith the Lorde God: beholde, I wyll vpon the shepheardes, and require my sheepe from their handes, and make them ceasse from feeding of the sheepe, yea the shepheardes shall feede them selues no more: for I wyll deliuer my sheepe out of their mouthes, so that they shall not deuour them after this.

O Ephraim, what shall I do vnto thee? O Iuda, howe shall I intreate thee? for your goodnesse is lyke a morning cloude, & like a deawe that goeth early away.

But he aunswered and sayde: Euery plantyng which my heauenly father hath not planted, shalbe rooted vp.

But assoone as the sonne was vp, it caught heate: and because it hadde not roote, it wythered away.

And some fell on stones, and assoone as it was sprong vp, it withered away, because it lacked moystnes.

But & yf that seruaut say in his heart, my lorde wyll deferre his commyng, and shall begyn to smyte the seruauntes and maydens, and to eate and drynke, and to be dronken,

Take heede to your selues, lest at any tyme your heartes be ouercome with surfettyng and dronkennesse, and cares of this lyfe, and so the daye come vpon you vnwares.

When ye come together therfore into one place, you can not eate the Lordes supper:

Whose ende is dampnation, whose God is their belly, and glorie to their shame, which mynde earthly thynges.

But she that liueth in pleasure, is dead beyng alyue.

Ye haue liued in pleasure on the earth, and ben wanton: Ye haue nourisshed your heartes, as in a day of slaughter.

These are welles without water, cloudes that are caryed with a tempest, to whom the mist of darknesse is reserued for euer.