Matthew(i)
15 Loke doune then from heauen, and beholde the dwellinge place of thy sanctuary and thy glory: how is it, that they gelousy, thy strength the multitude of thy mercyes, & thy louynge kindnesse, will not be entreated of vs.
16 Yet art thou oure father: For Abraham knoweth vs not, neither is Israel acquainted with vs. But thou Lorde art oure father and redemer and thy name is euerlastinge.
17 O Lord wherfore hast thou led vs out of thy waye? wherfore hast thou hardened our hertes, that we feare the not? Be at one with vs agayne, for thy seruauntes sake that are of the generacion of thine heretage.
18 Thy people hath had but litle of thy Sanctuarye in possession, for oure enemies haue taken it in.
19 And we are become euen as we were from the beginninge: but thou art not their Lorde, for they haue not called vpon thy name.
64 1 O that thou wouldest cleaue the heauen in sonder, & come doune that the mountaynes might melt awaye at thy presence,
2 lyke as at an hote fyre: and that the malicious might boyle, as the water doth vpon the fyre: Wherby thy name might be knowne amonge thyne enemies, and that the Gentiles might tremble before the.
3 That thou mightest come doune, with thy wonderous straung workes, then shoulde the hilles melt at thy presence.
4 For sence the beginninge of the worlde there was none (except thou O God) that hearde or perceyueth, neyther had anye eye sene, what thou dost for them, that put their trust in the.
5 Thou helpest him that doeth ryght with cherefulnesse, and them that thyncke vpon thy wayes. But lo, thou art angry, for we offend and haue euer be in sinne, there is not one whole.
6 We are al as vncleane thinge, and all oure ryghteousnesses are as the clothes defyled with the floures of a woman: we fall euerychone as the leafe, for oure synnes carye vs awaie like the winde.
7 There is no man that calleth vpon thy name, that standeth vp to take hold by the. Therfore hydest thou thy face from vs, and consumest vs, because of oure synnes.
8 But now O Lorde, thou father of oures: we are al the claye, and thou art our potter & we are al the worke of thy handes.
9 Be not to sore displeased (O Lorde) and kepe not our offences to longe in thy remembraunce, but considre that we are all thy people.
10 The cytyes of thy Sanctuary lye waste, Sion is a wildernesse, and Ierusalem a deserte.
11 Oure holy house whiche is oure bewty, where oure fathers praysed the, is brent vp: yea all oure commodities & pleasures are wasted awaye.
12 Wylt thou not be intreated (Lorde) for all this? Wylt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?