Isaiah 42:1-4

Wycliffe(i) 1 Lo! my seruaunt, Y schal vptake hym, my chosun, my soule pleside to it silf in hym. I yaf my spirit on hym, he schal brynge forth doom to hethene men. 2 He schal not crie, nether he schal take a persoone, nether his vois schal be herd withoutforth. 3 He schal not breke a schakun rehed, and he schal not quenche smokynge flax; he schal brynge out doom in treuthe. 4 He schal not be sorewful, nether troblid, til he sette doom in erthe, and ilis schulen abide his lawe.