Psalms 142:4-7 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.

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. ⁷ Bryng my soule out of pryson, that I may geue thankes vnto thy name: which thyng if thou wilt graunt me, then shall the righteous resorte vnto my company.