Wycliffe(i)
2 And whanne the kyng hadde rise, and `hadde stonde, he seide, My britheren and my puple, here ye me. Y thouyte for to bilde an hows, wherynne the arke of boond of pees of the Lord, and the stool of the feet of oure God schulde reste; and Y made redi alle thingis to bilde.
3 But God seide to me, Thou schalt not bilde an hows to my name, for thou art a man werriour, and hast sched blood.