Wycliffe(i)
5 For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.
6 Lord, thi werkis ben magnefied greetli; thi thouytis ben maad ful depe.
7 An vnwise man schal not knowe; and a fool schal not vndirstonde these thingis.
8 Whanne synneris comen forth, as hey; and alle thei apperen, that worchen wickidnesse.
9 That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo!
10 Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.