Wycliffe(i)
6 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
7 That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
8 I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.
9 Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.
10 In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
11 Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
12 Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
13 Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
14 We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.