Wycliffe(i)
8 For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom.
9 Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow.
10 Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye.
11 Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses.
12 God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis.
13 Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit.
14 Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit.
15 I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee.
16 God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse.
17 Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng.