Matthew(i)
34 He teacheth myne handes to fyght, & maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe of stele.
35 Thou haste geuen me the defence of thy healthe, thy ryghte hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correctyon maketh me greate.
36 Thou hast made roume ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shuld not slyde.
37 I wyll folowe vpon myne enemyes, and take them: I wyll not turne tyll they be dyscomforted.
38 I wyll smyte them, they shall not be able to stand, but fal vnder my fete.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto the battel, thou hast throwen them al downe vnder me that rose vp agaynst me.
40 Thou hast made myne enemyes to turne heir backes vpon me, thou haste destroyed them: that hated me.
41 They cryed, but there was none to helpe them: yea euen vnto the Lorde, but he heard them not.
42 I wyll beate them as smalle as the duste claye in the wynde, I wyll cast them out as the clay in the stretes.
43 Thou shalt delyuer me from the striuynges of the people, thou shalt make me the head of the Heathen. A people whom I haue not knowne shal serue me.
44 As soone as they heare of me, they shall obey me, but the straung chyldren dyssemble with me.
45 The straunge chyldren are waxen olde, and go haltynge out of their pathes.
46 The Lorde lyueth: and blessed be, my helper, praysed be the God of my health.