TSK · Luke 18:8

Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.

For there shall aryse false Christes, and false prophetes, and shall shewe great signes, and wonders: In so much, that yf it were possible, the very elect, shoulde be deceaued.

But of the tymes & seasons brethre, ye haue no neede that I write vnto you.

Go to nowe ye riche men, weepe and howle on your wretchednesse that shall come vpon you.

Dearely beloued, be not ignoraunt of this one thyng, howe that one day is with the Lorde as a thousande yere, & a thousande yere as one day.