Tyndale(i)
42 and cryed with a loude voyce and sayde: Blessed arte thou amonge wemen and blessed is the frute of thy wombe.
43 And whence hapeneth this to me that the mother of my Lorde shuld come to me?
44 For loo assone as the voyce of thy salutacion sownded in myne eares the babe sprange in my belly for ioye.
45 And blessed arte thou that belevedst: for thoose thinges shalbe performed wich were tolde ye from the lorde.
46 And Mary sayde. My soule magnifieth the Lorde.
47 And my sprete reioyseth in god my savioure
48 For he hath loked on the povre degre of his honde mayde. Beholde now from hence forth shall all generacions call me blessed.
49 For he that is myghty hath done to me greate thinges and holye is his name.
50 And his mercy is on them that feare him thorow oute all generacions.
51 He sheweth strength with his arme he scattereth them that are proude in the ymaginacion of their hertes.
52 He putteth doune the myghty from their seates and exalteth them of lowe degre.
53 He filleth the hongry with good thinges: and sendeth awaye the ryche emptye.
54 He remenbreth mercy: and helpeth his servaunt Israel.
55 Even as he promised to oure fathers Abraham and to his seede for ever.
56 And mary aboode with hyr aboute a .iii. monethes and retourned agayne to hyr awne housse.