Matthew(i)
8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadow of thy wynges.
9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemyes which compasse my soule round about.
10 Which manteyne their owne welthinesse with oppression, and their mouthe speaketh proude thynges.
11 They lye wayting in our waye on euery side, turnyng their eyes doune to the ground.
12 Like as a Lyon that is gredy of his pray, and as it were a Lyons whelpe lurkynge in hys denne.
13 Vp Lord, disapoynte hym and cast him doune: deliuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
14 From the men of thy hande (O Lord) from the men of the worlde, which haue theyr porcion in this lyfe: whose bellyes thou fyllest with thy treasure. They haue chyldren at theyr desyre, and leaue the rest of of theyr substaunce for their babes.