Tyndale(i)
25 Beholde the foules of ye ayer: for they sowe not nether reepe nor yet cary into ye barnes: and yet youre hevely father fedeth the. Are ye not moche better the they?
26 Which of you (though he toke thought therfore) coulde put one cubit vnto his stature?
27 And why care ye then for raymet? Considre ye lylies of ye felde how they growe. They labour not nether spynne.
28 And yet for all yt I saye vnto you yt eue Salomon in all his royalte was not arayed lyke vnto one of these.
29 Wherfore yf God so clothe the grasse which ys to daye in the felde and to morowe shalbe caste in to the fournace: shall he not moche more do the same vnto you o ye of lytle fayth?
30 Therfore take no thought sayinge: what shall we eate or what shall we drincke or wherwt shall we be clothed?
31 After all these thynges seke the getyls. For youre hevely father knoweth that ye have neade of all these thynges.
32 But rather seke ye fyrst the kyngdome of heuen and the rightwisnes therof and all these thynges shalbe ministred vnto you.