Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, vpon the rose of wytnesse Michtam of Dauid, for too teache when he fought agaynst Syria of Mesopotania, & Syria of Zoba: and when Ioab turned backe, and slue .xij. thousand Edomytes. in the valley of Salt. O God, thou that hast cast vs out and scatered vs abroade, thou that hast bene so sore displeased at vs, comforte vs agayne.
2 Thou that hast remoued the lande & deuided it, heale the sores therof, for it shaketh.
3 Thou hast shewed thy people heuy thinges, thou hast geuen vs a drynke of wyne, that we slombre with all.
4 Yet hast thou geuen a token for suche as feare the, that they maye caste it vp in the trueth. Selah.
5 That thy beloued myghte be delyuered, healpe them wyt thy ryghthande, and heare me.
6 God hath spoken in his Sanctuary (which thing reioyseth me) I wyll deuyde Sichem, and meate aut the valley of Suchoth.
7 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraim is the strength of myne head, Iuda is my Captayne.
8 Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom will I stretche oute my shoue, Phylystea shalbe glad of me.
9 Who will leade me into the strong cytie? Who will bryng me into Edom?
10 Shalt not thou do it O God, thou that hast cast out: thou God, that wenteste not out with our hostes?
11 O be thou our helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man.
12 Thorow God we shal do great actes, for it is he that shall treade downe oure enemies