Wycliffe(i)
11 Lord, who is lijk thee in stronge men, who is lijk thee? thou art greet doere in hoolynesse; ferdful, and preisable, and doynge myraclis.
12 Thou heldist forth thin hond, and the erthe deuouride hem;
13 thou were ledere in thi merci to thy puple, which thou ayen bouytist; and thou hast bore hym in thi strengthe to thin holi dwellyng place.
14 Puplis stieden, and weren wroothe; sorewis helden the dwelleris of Filistiym.
15 Thanne the pryncis of Edom weren disturblid; tremblyng held the stronge men of Moab.
16 Alle the dwelleris of Canaan `weren starke; inward drede falle on hem, and outward drede in the greetnesse of thin arm. Be thei maad vnmouable as a stoon, til thi puple passe, Lord; til this thi puple passe, whom thou weldidist.