Wycliffe(i)
2 I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.
3 I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.
4 Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.
5 I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.
6 Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.
7 Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.
8 And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.