19 and dishonoure me to my people, for an handfull of barly, & for a pece of bred: when ye kyll the soules of them that dye not, & promyse life to them, that lyue not: Thus ye dyssemble with my people, yt beleueth yor lies.
20 Wherfore thus saieth the LORDE God: Beholde, I wil also vpo the pillowes, wherwith ye catch the soules in flyenge: the will I take from youre armes, & let the soules go, that ye catch in flyenge.
21 Youre bolsters also wil I teare in peces, & delyuer my people out of youre honde: so that they shal come no more in youre hodes to be spoyled, & ye shal knowe, that I am the LORDE.
22 Seinge yt with youre lyes ye discomforte the herte of the rightuous, whom I haue not discomforted: Agayne: For so moch as ye corage the honde of the wicked, so that he maye not turne from his wicked waye, & lyue: