Matthew(i) 11 If I saye: peraduenture the darkenesse shall couer me, then shall my nyghte be turned to daye. 12 Yea, the darkenesse is no darkenesse with the, but the nyght is as cleare as the day, the darkenesse and light are both a lyke. 13 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. 14 I will geue thankes vnto the, for I am wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well. 15 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashyoned beneth in the earth. 16 Thyne eyes se myne vnperfectnesse, they stande all written in thy boke: my dayes were fashyoned, when as yet there was not one of them.