Matthew(i)
17 Hyde not thy face from thy seruaunt, for I am in trouble: O haste the to helpe me.
18 Drawe nye vnto my soule, & saue it: Oh deliuer me because of myne enemyes.
19 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonoure: myne aduersaries are all in thy sight.
20 The rebuke breaketh my herte, and maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pytye vpon me, but ther is no man: and for some to comforte me, but I fynde none.
21 They gaue me gall to eate, & when I was thurstye, they gaue me vinegar to dryncke.