Isaiah 19
Isaiah chapter 19 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 He schedde out in the foundement of the auter, the odour of God to the hiy prince. 2 Thanne the sones of Aaron crieden lowde; thei sowneden in trumpis betun out with hameris, and maden a grete vois herd in to mynde bifore God. 3 Thanne al the puple hastiden togidere, and fellen doun on the face on the erthe, for to worschipe her Lord God, and to yyue preyers to almyyti God an hiy. 4 And men syngynge in her voices alargiden; and a soun ful of swetnesse was maad in the greet hous. 5 And the puple preiede the hiy Lord in preier, til that the onour of the Lord was doon perfitli, and thei parformeden her yifte. 6 Thanne Symount cam doun, and reiside hise hondis in to al the congregacioun of the sones of Israel, to yyue glorie to God bi hise lippis, and to haue glorie in the name of hym. 7 And he reherside his preier, willynge to schewe the vertu of God. 8 And he preyede more the Lord of alle, that made grete thingis in ech lond; which encreesside oure daies fro the wombe of oure modir, and dide with vs bi his mercy. 9 Yyue he gladnesse of herte to vs, and that pees be maad in Israel bi euerlastynge daies; 10 that Israel bileue, that Goddis merci is with vs, that he delyuere hem in her dayes. 11 Mi soule hatith twei folkis; but the thridde is not a folk, whom Y hate. 12 Thei that sitten in the hil of Seir, and the Filisteis, and the fonned puple, that dwellith in Sichemys. 13 Jhesus, the sone of Sirach, a man of Jerusalem, wroot in this book the techyng of wisdom, and of kunnyng; and he renulide wisdom of his herte. 14 He is blessid, that dwellith in these goodis; he that settith tho in his herte, schal euere be wijs. 15 For if he doith these thingis, he schal be miyti to alle thingis; for whi the liyt of God is the step of hym. 17 Lord kyng, Y schal knouleche to thee; and Y schal togidere herie thee, my sauyour. 18 Y schal knouleche to thi name, for thou art maad an helpere and defendere to me; 19 and thou hast delyuered my bodi fro perdicioun, fro the snare of a wickid tunge, and fro the lippis of hem that worchen a leesyng; and in the siyt of hem that stonden nyy thou art maad an helpere to me. 20 And thou hast delyuered me, bi the multitude of merci of thi name, fro roreris maad redi to mete; 21 fro the hondis of hem that souyten my soule, and fro many tribulaciouns that cumpassiden me; 22 fro ouerleiyng of flawme that cumpasside me, and in the myddis of fier Y was not brent; 23 fro the depthe of the wombe of helle, and fro a tunge defoulyd, and fro a word of leesyng; fro a wickid kyng, and fro a tunge vniust. 24 `Til to the deth my soule schal preise thee, Lord; 25 and my lijf was neiyynge in helle bynethe.
