TSK · Proverbs 8:1

Wisdome cryeth without, and putteth foorth her voyce in the streetes:

My sonne, forget not thou my lawe, but see that thine heart kepe my commaundementes:

Ye Isles hearken vnto me, and take heede ye people from farre: The Lord hath called me from my birth, and made mention of my name from my mothers wombe:

For this is he, of whom it is spoken by the prophete Esayas, saying. The voyce of one crying in the wyldernesse: prepare ye the way of the Lorde, make his pathes strayght.

Go ye therfore, & teache all nations, baptizing them in the name of the father, and of the sonne, and of the holye ghost:

And he sayde vnto them: Go ye into all the worlde, and preache the Gospell to all creatures.

In the last day, that great day of the feast, Iesus stoode and cryed, saying: Yf any man thirste, let him come vnto me and drynke:

And he sayde vnto me: depart, for I wyll sende thee farre hence vnto the gentiles.