Matthew(i)
4 O Lord God of hostes, howe longe wilt thou be angry ouer the praier of thy people?
5 Thou hast fed them with the bread of teares, yea, thou hast geuen them plenteousnes of teares to drynke.
6 Thou haste made vs a verye stryfe vnto oure neyghbours, and oure enemyes laugh vs to scorne.
7 Turne vs agayne, thou God of hoostes, shewe the light of thy countenaunce, & we shalbe whole.
8 Thou hast broughte a vyneyarde oute of Egypte, thou diddest cast out the Heathen, & planted it.
9 Thou madest rowme for it, and caused it to take rote, so that it fylled the lande.
10 The hylles were couered with the shadow of it, and so were the stronge Cedre trees wt the bowes therof.
11 She stretched out her braunches vnto the sea, and her bowes vnto the water.
12 Why haste thou then broken doune her hedge, that all they whiche go by, plucke of her grapes?
13 Then wylde bore out of the wood hath roted it vp, and the beastes of the felde haue deuoured it.
14 Turne the agayne, thou God of hoostes, loke doune from heauen, beholde and vyset this vyneyarde.
15 Maynteyne it, that thy rightehande hath planted, and the sonne whom thou madest so muche of for thy self.
16 For why? it is brent with fyre, and lyeth waste: O let them peryshe at the rebuke of thy wrath.