Matthew(i)
4 Yea one must kepe him selfe from another no man maye safely truste his owne brother: for one brother vndermyneth another, & one neyghboure begyleth another.
5 Yea one dyssembleth with another, & they deale wyth no trueth. They haue practysed theyr tunges to lye, and taken greate paynes to do myschefe.
6 They haue set theyr stole in the myddest of dysceyte, and for very dyssemblynge falshede they wyll not knowe me, sayeth the Lorde.
7 Therfore thus sayeth the Lorde of Hostes: beholde, I wyll melte them, and trye them, for what shulde I els do to my people?
8 Their tunges are lyke sharpe arowes, to speake disceyte. Wyth theyr mouthe they speake peaceably to theyr neyghboure, but preuely they laye wayte for hym.
9 Shulde I not punyshe them for these thynges, sayeth the Lorde? Or shulde I not be auenged of any suche people as thys?