O house of David, thus saith Jehovah, Execute justice in the morning, and deliver him that is robbed out of the hand of the oppressor, lest my wrath go forth like fire, and burn so that none can quench it, because of the evil of your doings.
Þe Lord seith þese thingis, Deme ye eerli doom, and delyuere ye hym þat is oppressid bi violence fro þe hond of þe fals chalenger; lest perauenture myn indignacioun go out as fier, and be kyndlid, and noon be þat quenche, for þe malice of youre studies.