Wycliffe(i)
1 Sones, here ye the teching of the fadir; and perseiue ye, that ye kunne prudence.
2 Y schal yyue to you a good yifte; forsake ye not my lawe.
3 For whi and Y was the sone of my fadir, a tendir sone, and oon `gendride bifore my modir.
4 And my fadir tauyte me, and seide, Thin herte resseyue my wordis; kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue.
5 Welde thou wisdom, welde thou prudence; foryete thou not, nethir bowe thou awey fro the wordis of my mouth.
6 Forsake thou not it, and it schal kepe thee; loue thou it, and it schal kepe thee.
7 The bigynnyng of wisdom, welde thou wisdom; and in al thi possessioun gete thou prudence.
8 Take thou it, and it schal enhaunse thee; thou schalt be glorified of it, whanne thou hast biclippid it.
9 It schal yyue encresyngis of graces to thin heed; and a noble coroun schal defende thee.
10 Mi sone, here thou, and take my wordis; that the yeris of lijf be multiplied to thee.
11 Y schal schewe to thee the weie of wisdom; and Y schal lede thee bi the pathis of equyte.
12 In to whiche whanne thou hast entrid, thi goyngis schulen not be maad streit; and thou schalt rennen, and schalt not haue hirtyng.