TSK · Matthew 21:5

The cepter shal not be remoued fro Iuda, ner a master fro his fete, tyll the Worthye come, and vnto him shal the people fall.

Onely let him not haue many horses, yt he brynge not ye people againe in to Egipte thorow ye multitude of horses, for as moch as ye LORDE hath sayde vnto you, that from hence forth ye shulde come nomore this waye agayne.

which had fortye sonnes, & thirtie neuies ( which rode vpo seuentye Asses foales) and he iudged Israel eighte yeare,

the kynge sayde vnto them: Take youre lordes seruauntes with you, and set my sonne Salomon vpon my Mule, and cary him downe to Gihon:

Yet haue I set my kynge vpon my holy hill of Sion.

My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:

The LORDE sayde vnto my LORDE: Syt thou on my right hande, vntill I make thine enemies thy fotestole.

Crie out, and be glad, thou that dwellest in Sion, for greate is thy prince: the holy one of Israel.

Beholde, ye LORDE proclameth in the endes of the worlde: tel ye doughter Sio: se, thy Saluacio cometh, beholde, he bringeth his treasure wt him, & his workes go before him.

I the LORDE wil be their God, and my seruaunt Dauid shal be their prince: Euen I the LORDE haue spoken it.

In the dayes off these kynges, shall the God of heauen set vp an euerlastinge kyngdome which shall not perish, and his kyngdome shall not be geuen ouer to another people: Yee the same shall breake and destroye all these kyngdomes, but it shall endure for euer.

Neuerthelesse I wil haue mercy vpon the house of Iuda, & wil saue them, euen thorow the LORDE their God. But I wil not delyuer them thorow eny bow, swearde, batel, horses or horsmen.

The tyme shal come also (sayeth the LORDE) that I wil take thine horses from the, & destroye thy charettes.

and speake vnto him: Thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes: Beholde, the man whose name is the braunch: & he that shall springe vp after him, shal buylde vp the temple of the LORDE:

saynge: Where is the new borne kynge of the Iues? We haue sene his starre in the east, and are come to worship him.

Take my yock vpon you, and lerne of me, for I am meke and lowlye of hert, & ye shal fynde rest vnto youre soules:

They wete their waie and founde the foale tyed by ye dore without at the partynge of the waye, and lowsed it.

But they cryed: Awaye wt him, awaye wt him, crucifie him. Pilate saide vnto the: Shal I crucifye yor kynge? The hye prestes answered: We haue no kynge but ye Emperor.

that there be nothinge done thorow stryfe and vayne glory, but that thorow mekenesse of mynde euery man esteme another better then himselfe: