saiynge. There was a Iudge in a certayne cytye, whiche feared not God, neyther regarded man.
And he woulde not for a whyle. But afterwarde he sayde to hym selfe, though I feare not God, nor care for man,
The rightuous consydereth the cause of the poore, but the vngodly regardeth no vnderstandynge.
The stretes are waste, there walketh no man therein, the appoyntment is broken, the cyties are despysed, they are not regarded,
And there was a certaine wedowe in the same citie whiche came vnto hym saiynge: auenge of myne aduersarye.
Then sayde the Lorde of the vineyarde: what shall I do? I wil sende my deare sonne, hym peraduenture they wyll reuerence, when they se hym.
Moreouer seynge we had fathers of oure fleshe whiche corrected vs, and we gaue them reuerence: shoulde we not muche rather be in subieccyon vnto the father of spyrytuall gyftes, that we myght lyue?