17 It shalbe in the last dayes sayth God: of my sprete I will powre out vpon all flesshe. And youre sonnes and youre doughters shall prophesy and youre yoge men shall se visions and youre olde me shall dreme dremes.
18 And on my servauts and on my honde maydens I will powre out of my sprete in those dayes and they shall prophesye.
19 And I will shewe wonders in heaven a bove and tokens in the erth benethe bloud and fyre and the vapour of smoke.
20 The sunne shalbe turned into darknes and the mone into bloud before that greate and notable daye of the Lorde come.
21 And it shalbe that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lorde shalbe saved.