Matthew(i)
1 A Psalme of Asaph. O God, the Heathen are fallen into thyne heritage: the holy temple haue they defiled, and made Ierusalem an heape of stones.
2 The deade bodye of thy seruauntes haue they geuen vnto the foules of the ayre to be deuoured, and the flesh of thy saintes vnto the beastes of the lande.
3 Their bloude haue they shed lyke water on euery syde of Ierusalem, and ther was no man to bury them.
4 We are become an open shame vnto oure enemyes, a verye scorne and derysyon vnto them that are rounde aboute vs.
5 Lorde, howe longe wylt thou be angrye? shall thy ielousy burne lyke fyre for euer?
6 Poure oute thyne indignacyon vpon the Heathen that knowe the not, and vpon the Kyngdomes that call not vpon thy name.
7 For they haue deuoured Iacob, and laied wast his dwellynge place.
8 O remembre not oure olde synnes, but haue mercye vpon vs, and that soone, for we are come to greate mysery.