Matthew(i)
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.
22 Let their table be made a snare to take them selues with all, an occasyon to fall and a reward vnto them.
23 Let their eyes be blinded, that they se not: and euer bow downe their backes.
24 Power out thyne indignacyon vpon them, and let thy wrathfull dyspleasure take holde of them.
25 Let theyr habytacyon be voyd, and no man to dwel in ther tentes.
26 For they persecute hym whom thou hast smytten, and besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him mo.
27 Let them fall from one wyckednesse to another, and not come into thy ryghtuousnesse.
28 Let them be wyped out of the boke of the lyuynge, and not be wrytten amonge the ryghtuous.
29 As for me, I am poore and in heuines, let thy helpe defend me O God.