1 And he seide to hem also a parable, that it bihoueth to preye euer more, and not faile;2 and seide, There was a iuge in a citee, that dredde not God, nether schamede of men.3 And a widowe was in that citee, and sche cam to hym, and seide, Venge me of myn aduersarie;4 and he wolde not longe tyme. But aftir these thingis he seide with ynne hym silf, Thouy Y drede not God, and schame not of man,5 netheles for this widewe is heuy to me, Y schal venge hir; lest at the laste sche comynge condempne me.6 And the Lord seide, Here ye, what the domesman of wickidnesse seith;7 and whether God schal not do veniaunce of hise chosun, criynge to hym dai and nyyt, and schal haue pacience in hem?8 Sotheli Y seie to you, for soone he schal do veniaunce of hem. Netheles gessist thou, that mannus sone comynge schal fynde feith in erthe?