Wycliffe(i)
40 And sche entride in to the hous of Zacarie, and grette Elizabeth.
41 And it was don, as Elizabeth herde the salutacioun of Marie, the yong child in hir wombe gladide. And Elizabeth was fulfillid with the Hooli Goost,
42 and criede with a greet vois, and seide, Blessid be thou among wymmen, and blessid be the fruyt of thi wombe.
43 And whereof is this thing to me, that the modir of my Lord come to me?
44 For lo! as the voice of thi salutacioun was maad in myn eeris, the yong child gladide in ioye in my wombe.
45 And blessid be thou, that hast bileued, for thilke thingis that ben seid of the Lord to thee, schulen be parfitli don.
46 And Marie seide, Mi soule magnyfieth the Lord,
47 and my spirit hath gladid in God, myn helthe.