Matthew(i)
2 In the tyme of my trouble I soughte the Lorde, I helde vp myne handes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
3 When I was in heuinesse, I thought vpon God: when my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake Selah.
4 Thou heldest myne eyes wakyng, I was so feble, that I coulde not speake.
5 Then remembred I the tymes of old, and the yeares that were past.
6 I called to remembraunce my song in the night, I communed wyth myne owne herte, and sought out my spirite.
7 Wyll the Lorde cast out for euer? Wyl he be no more intreated?
8 Is hys mercye cleane gone? Is hys promyse come vtterlye to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath the Lord forgotten to be gracyous? Or, hath he shut vp hys louynge kyndnes in dyspleasure? Selah.
10 At the last, I came to thys poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so folysh? the right hande of the moost hyest can chaunge all.
11 Therefore wyll I remembre the worckes of the Lorde, and call to mynde thy wonders of olde tyme.