Wycliffe(i)
7 But Y am a worm, and not man; the schenschip of men, and the outcastyng of the puple.
8 Alle men seynge me scorneden me; thei spaken with lippis, and stiriden the heed.
9 He hopide in the Lord, delyuere he hym; make he hym saaf, for he wole hym.
10 For thou it art that drowist me out of the wombe, thou art myn hope fro the tetis of my modir;
11 in to thee Y am cast forth fro the wombe. Fro the wombe of my modir thou art my God; departe thou not fro me.
12 For tribulacioun is next; for noon is that helpith.