Wycliffe(i)
2 Whi breken thi disciplis the tradiciouns of eldere men? for thei waisschen not her hondis, whanne thei eten breed.
3 He answeride, and seide to hem, Whi breken ye the maundement of God for youre tradicioun?
4 For God seide, Honoure thi fadir and thi modir, and he that cursith fadir or modir, die bi deeth.
5 But ye seien, Who euer seith to fadir or modir, What euere yifte is of me, it schal profite to thee;
6 and he hath not worschipid his fadir or his modir; and ye han maad the maundement of God voide for youre tradicioun.
7 Ypocritis, Isaie, the prophete, prophesiede wel of you,
8 and seide, This puple honourith me with lippis, but her herte is fer fro me;
9 and thei worschipen me `with outen cause, techynge the doctrines and maundementis of men.