Wycliffe(i)
3 Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
4 Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake.
5 Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
6 For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
7 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
8 Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
9 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
10 What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?