Matthew(i)
9 Now am I their songe and am become their yestinge stocke:
10 they abhorre me, they fle far from me, and stayne my face with spetle.
11 For the Lorde hath opened his quyuer, he had hyt me, and put a brydle in my mouthe.
12 Vpon my ryght hand they rose together against me, they haue hurte my fete, made a waye to destroye me,
13 and my path haue they cleane marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe them.
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene the breakinge in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy me.