Wycliffe(i)
1 The wordis of Lamuel, the king; the visioun bi which his modir tauyte hym.
2 What my derlyng? what the derlyng of my wombe? what the derlyng of my desiris?
3 Yyue thou not thi catel to wymmen, and thi richessis to do awei kyngis.
4 A! Lamuel, nyle thou yiue wyn to kingis; for no pryuete is, where drunkenesse regneth.
5 Lest perauenture thei drynke, and foryete domes, and chaunge the cause of the sones of a pore man.
6 Yyue ye sidur to hem that morenen, and wyn to hem that ben of bitter soule.
7 Drinke thei, and foryete thei her nedinesse; and thenke thei no more on her sorewe.
8 Opene thi mouth for a doumb man,
9 and opene thi mouth for the causes of alle sones that passen forth. Deme thou that that is iust, and deme thou a nedi man and a pore man.