Nehemiah 1 These are the Actes of Nehemiah the sonne of Hachalia. It fortuned in the moneth Casleu in the twentye yeare, that I was in the castell at Susan:

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ These are the Actes of Nehemiah the sonne of Hachalia. It fortuned in the moneth Casleu in the twentye yeare, that I was in the castell at Susan: ² and Hanani one of my brethren came with certayne men of Iuda, and I asked them how the Iewes dyd that were delyuered and escaped from the captyuite, and how it wente at Ierusalem. ³ And they sayde vnto me: The remnaunt of the captiuite are there in the lande in great misfortune and rebuke. The walles of Ierusalem are broken doune, and the gates thereof are brente wyth fyre. ⁴ When I hearde these wordes, I sat me doune and wepte, and mourned two dayes, & fasted and prayed before the God of heauen ⁵ & sayde: O Lorde God of heauen, thou greate & terryble God, thou that kepest couenaunt and mercy for them that loue the, and obserue thy commaundementes: ⁶ let thyne eares herken & thyne eyes be open, that thou mayeste heare the prayer of thy seruaunte, whiche I praye nowe before the daye and nyghte for the chyldren of Israel thy seruauntes, and knowledge the synnes of the chyldren of Israel, which we haue commytted agaynst the. And I and my fathers house haue synned also. ⁷ We haue bene corrupt vnto the, in that we haue not kepte the commaundementes, statutes and lawes, which thou commaundedst thy seruaunt Moyses. ⁸ Yet call to remembraunce the word that thou commaundest thy seruaunt Moses, and saydeste: Yf ye transgresse, then wyll I scater you abroade among the nacyons. ⁹ But yf ye turne vnto me, and kepe my commaundementes and do them: though ye were caste oute vnto the vttermost parte of heauen yet wyll I gather you from thence, and wyll brynge you from thence, euen vnto the place, that I haue chosen for my name to dwel ther ¹⁰ They are thy seruauntes, & thy people whom thou haste delyuered thorowe thy greate power and myghtye hande. ¹¹ O Lorde, let thyne eares herken to the prayer of thy seruaunte, & the prayer of thy seruauntes, whose desyre is to feare thy name, and let thy seruaunte prospere thys daye, and graunte hym mercye in the syght of thys man: for I was the kynges buttelar.