Matthew(i)
1 The song of the steares. Many tyme haue they foughte agaynst me fro my youth vp (may Israel now saye.)
2 Yea, many a tyme haue they fought gaainst me fro my youth vp, but thei haue not ouercome me.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, & made longe forowes.
4 But the righteous lorde hath hewen the yocke of the vngodly in peces.
5 Let them be confounded & turned backewarde, as many as haue euell will at Syon.
6 Let them be euen as the haye vppon the house toppes, whyche wythereth afore it be pluckte vp.
7 Wherof the mower fylleth not his hande, neither he that byndeth vp the sheaues, hys bosome.
8 So that they which go by, saye not so much as: the Lord prospere you, we wish you good lucke in the name of the Lord.