Wycliffe(i)
6 myn enemy pursue my soule, and take, and defoule my lijf in erthe; and brynge my glorie in to dust.
7 Lord, rise thou vp in thin ire; and be thou reysid in the coostis of myn enemyes.
8 And, my Lord God, rise thou in the comaundement, which thou `hast comaundid; and the synagoge of puplis schal cumpasse thee.
9 And for this go thou ayen an hiy; the Lord demeth puplis. Lord, deme thou me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi myn innocence on me.