Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, a Psalm of Dauid. The very heauens declare the glory of God, and the very firmament sheweth his handy worcke.
2 One daye telleth another, and one nyght certifyeth another.
3 There is neyther speach ner language, but their voices are hard among them.
4 Their sounde is gone oute into all landes, and their wordes into the endes of the worlde.
5 In them hathe he sette a tabernacle for the Sunne, whych commeth forthe as a brydegrome out of his chamber, and reioyseth as a giaunt to runne his course.
6 It goeth forth from the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, and there maye no man hyde hym selfe from the heate therof.