mightie Lord wilbe unto us, as a place of floods & brode rivers, whereby shal passe no shippe with ores, nether shal great ship passe thereby. For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our law giver: the Lord is our King, he wil save us. Thy cordes are loosed: they colde not wel strengthen their mast, nether colde thei spread the saile: thẽ shal the pray be devided for a great spoyle: yea, the lame shal take awaie the pray. And none inhabitant shal say, I am sicke: the people that dwell