Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, to brynge too remembraunce. Pvtte me not too rebuke (Oh Lorde) in thyne anger: Oh chasten me not in thy heuy displeasure.
2 For thyne arrowes stycke fast in me, and thy hande presseth me sore.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no reste in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
4 For my wyckednesses are gone ouer my head, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy for me to beare.
5 My woundes styncke and are corrupte, thorow my folyshnesse.
6 I am broughte into so greate trouble and mysery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are cleane dryed vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble & sore smytten, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.