Matthew(i)
4 The vngodlye is so proude and full of indignacyon, that he careth not mether is God before hys eyes.
5 Hys wayes are al waye filthye, thy iudgementes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his enemyes.
6 For he sayth in hys herte: Tushe, I shall neuer be cast downe, ther shal no harme happen vnto me.
7 His mouth is ful of cursyng, fraude & disceate vnder hys tonge is trauayle and sorowe.
8 He sytteth lurckynge in the gardens, that he may pryuely murther the innocente, hys eyes are set vpon the poore.
9 He lyeth waytynge secretlye, as ti were a lyon in hys denne. He lurketh that he maye rauyshe the pore, yea, to rauysh the poore, when he hath gotten him into hys net.
10 Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he and casteth downe the pore with his authoritye.
11 For he sayeth in hys herte: Tushe, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye hys face, so that he wyll neuer se it.
12 Aryse Lorde God, lyfte vp thyne hande and forget not the poore.