Proverbs 3
Proverbs chapter 3 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 If Y schal go in the myddil of tribulacioun, thou schalt quikene me; and thou stretchidist forth thin hond on the ire of myn enemyes, and thi riyt hond made me saaf.
2 The Lord schal yelde for me, Lord, thi merci is with outen ende; dispise thou not the werkis of thin hondis.
4 The title of the hundrid and eiyte and thrittithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
5 thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
6 Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
7 And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
8 Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me.
9 Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
10 Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
11 If Y schal stie in to heuene, thou art there; if Y schal go doun to helle, thou art present.
12 If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see.
13 And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
14 And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
15 For whi derknessis schulen not be maad derk fro thee, aud the niyt schal be liytned as the dai; as the derknessis therof, so and the liyt therof.
16 For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
17 I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
18 Mi boon, which thou madist in priuete, is not hyd fro thee; and my substaunce in the lower partis of erthe.
19 Thin iyen sien myn vnperfit thing, and alle men schulen be writun in thi book; daies schulen be formed, and no man is in tho.
20 Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
21 I schal noumbre hem, and thei schulen be multiplied aboue grauel; Y roos vp, and yit Y am with thee.
22 For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
23 For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
24 Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
25 Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
26 God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
27 And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
29 The title of the hundrid and nyne and thrittithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauith.
30 Lord, delyuere thou me fro an yuel man; delyuere thou me fro a wickid man.
31 Whiche thouyten wickidnesses in the herte; al dai thei ordeyneden batels.
32 Thei scharpiden her tungis as serpentis; the venym of snakis vndir the lippis of hem.
33 Lord, kepe thou me fro the hond of the synnere; and delyuere thou me fro wickid men. Which thouyten to disseyue my goyngis;
34 proude men hidden a snare to me. And thei leiden forth cordis in to a snare; thei settiden sclaundir to me bisidis the weie.
35 I seide to the Lord, Thou art mi God; Lord, here thou the vois of my biseching.