Wycliffe(i)
8 Myn herte seide to thee, My face souyte thee; Lord, Y schal seke eft thi face.
9 Turne thou not awei thi face fro me; bouwe thou not awei in ire fro thi seruaunt. Lord, be thou myn helpere, forsake thou not me; and, God, myn helthe, dispise thou not me.
10 For my fadir and my modir han forsake me; but the Lord hath take me.