Matthew(i)
6 I stretche forthe myne handes vnto the, my soule cryeth vnto the oute of the thyrstye lande. Selah.
7 Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not thy face fro me, lest I be lyke vnto theym that go doune into the graue.
8 O let me heare thy louyng kyndnesse by tymes in the morning, for in the is my trust: shew thou me the waye that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
9 Deliuer me, O Lord, fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.