Matthew(i)
18 The hilles are a refuge for the wilde goates, & so are the stony rockes for the conyes.
19 Thou hast appoynted the moone for certayne seasons, the sunne knoweth hys going doune.
20 Thou makest darkenesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.
21 Yea, and the yonge lyons which roare after their praye, and seke their meate at God.
22 But when the sunne aryseth, they get them awaye together, and lye them doune in their dennes.
23 Then goeth man forth to hys worke, and to tyll hys lande vntyll the euenynge.
24 O Lord, how manifolde are thy workes, right wisely hast thou made them al: yea, the earth is full of thy ryches.
25 So is this great & wyde sea also, wherein are thynges creping innumerable, both smal and great beastes.
26 There go the shippes ouer, and there is the Leuiathan, whom thou hast made, to take hys pastyme therein.
27 They wayte all vpon the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.
28 When thou geuest it them, they gather it: when thou openest thyne hande, they are filled with good.
29 But when thou hydest thy face, they are sorowfull: if thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
30 Agayne, when thou lettest thy brethe goo forth, they are made, and so thou renuest the face of the earth.
31 The glorious maiesty of the Lorde endureth for euer, & the Lorde reioyseth in hys workes.
32 The earth trembleth at the loke of hym, he doethe but touche the hylles and they smoke.
33 I wyll synge vnto the Lorde as longe as I lyue, I will prayse my God whyle I haue my beyng.
34 O that my wordes might please hym, for my ioye is in the Lorde.
35 As for synners, they shalbe consumed out of the earth, and the vngodlye shall come to an ende: but prayse thou the Lorde, O my soule. Prayse the euerlastynge.