Matthew(i)
4 I loke vpon my right hande, & se, there is no man that will know me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
5 Therfore do I crye vnto the, O Lorde, & say: thou art my hope and my porcion in the londe of the liuing.
6 Considre my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe. O deliuer me fro my persecuters, for thei are to stronge for me.