Psalms 111
Psalms chapter 111 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 Alle werkis of the Lord, blesse ye the Lord, in ech place of his lordschipe; my soule, blesse thou the Lord. 3 The hundrid and thridde salm. Mi soule, blesse thou the Lord; my Lord God, thou art magnyfied greetli. Thou hast clothid knouleching and fairnesse; and thou art clothid with liyt, 4 as with a cloth. And thou stretchist forth heuene as a skyn; 5 and thou hilist with watris the hiyer partis therof. Which settist a cloude thi stiyng; which goest on the fetheris of wyndis. 6 Which makist spiritis thin aungels; and thi mynystris brennynge fier. 7 Which hast foundid the erthe on his stablenesse; it schal not be bowid in to the world of world. 8 The depthe of watris as a cloth is the clothing therof; watris schulen stonde on hillis. 9 Tho schulen fle fro thi blamyng; men schulen be aferd of the vois of thi thundur. 10 Hillis stien vp, and feeldis goen doun; in to the place which thou hast foundid to tho.
