Wycliffe(i)
12 Thei yeldiden to me yuels for goodis; bareynnesse to my soule.
13 But whanne thei weren diseseful to me; Y was clothid in an heire. I mekide my soule in fastyng; and my preier schal be turned `with ynne my bosum.
14 I pleside so as oure neiybore, as oure brother; Y was `maad meke so as morenynge and sorewful.
15 And thei weren glad, and camen togidere ayens me; turmentis weren gaderid on me, and Y knew not.
16 Thei weren scaterid, and not compunct, thei temptiden me, thei scornyden me with mowyng; thei gnastiden on me with her teeth.
17 Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; `restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
18 I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.
19 Thei that ben aduersaries wickidli to me, haue not ioye on me; that haten me with out cause, and bikenen with iyen.
20 For sotheli thei spaken pesibli to me; and thei spekynge in wrathfulnesse of erthe thouyten giles.
21 And thei maden large her mouth on me; thei seiden, Wel, wel! oure iyen han sien.
22 Lord, thou hast seen, be thou not stille; Lord, departe thou not fro me.