Wycliffe(i)
4 For Y schal se thin heuenes, the werkis of thi fyngris; the moone and sterris, whiche thou hast foundid.
5 What is a man, that thou art myndeful of hym; ethir the sone of a virgyn, for thou visitist hym?
6 Thou hast maad hym a litil lesse than aungels; thou hast corouned hym with glorie and onour,
7 and hast ordeyned hym aboue the werkis of thin hondis.
8 Thou hast maad suget alle thingis vndur hise feet; alle scheep and oxis, ferthermore and the beestis of the feeld;
4 For thou turnest myn enemy abac; thei schulen be maad feble, and schulen perische fro thi face.
5 For thou hast maad my doom and my cause; thou, that demest riytfulnesse, `hast set on the trone.
6 Thou blamedist hethene men, and the wickid perischide; thou hast do awei the name of hem in to the world, and in to the world of world.
7 The swerdis of the enemy failiden in to the ende; and thou hast distried the citees of hem. The mynde of hem perischide with sown;
8 and the Lord dwellith with outen ende. He made redi his trone in doom; and he schal deme the world in equite,
4 The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke.
5 God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes.
6 For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel.
7 `Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge.
8 He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man.