Matthew(i)
1 And Hannah prayd & sayd: myne herte reioyseth in the Lord, myne horne is hye in the Lorde, & my mouthe is wyde open ouer mine enemyes, for I reioyse in thy sauynge.
2 There is none so holye as the Lorde: no there is none saue thou. Neyther is there any strength like vnto our God.
3 Talke not to muche proudlye: let olde thynges depart oute of your mouthes, for the Lorde is a God of knowledge, & iudgeth the thoughtes.
4 The boowes of the strong are broken, & the weake are endued with strength.
5 They that were full, haue hyred out them selues for breade, and they that were hongrye cease so to be: in so much that the baren hath borne seuen, & she that had many chyldren is waxed feble.
6 The Lorde kylleth and maketh a lyue, bryngeth doune to hell & fetcheth vp agayne
7 The Lorde maketh pore, and maketh ryche, bryngeth lowe, and heueth vp on hye.
8 He reyseth vp the poore out of the duste, and lyfteth vp the begger from the dong hill: to set them among princes, and to enheret them with the seate of glory. For the pyllers of the earth are the Lordes, and he hath set the rounde worlde vpon them.
9 He wil kepe the fete of his sainctes, but the wicked shal kepe silence in darkenesse. For in his own myght shal no man be strong.
10 The Lordes aduersaryes shall be made to feare hym: and out of heauen he shal thunder vpon them. The Lorde shall iudge the endes of the worlde, and shall geue myght vnto his Kynge, and exalte the horne of his anoynted.