Matthew(i)
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.
47 Euen the God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me.
48 It is he that delyuereth me from my cruell enemyes: thou shalt lyfte me vp from them that ryse against me, thou shalt rid me from the wycked man.
49 For this cause I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O lorde) among the gentiles, and synge prayses vnto thy name.
50 Greate prosperitye geueth he vnto hys Kynge: and sheweth louynge kyndnesse vnto Dauyd hys anoynted yea & vnto his sede for euermore.