Opening the chapter…
The `title of the hundrid and nyntenthe salm. The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.
Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.
What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?
Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.
Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.
I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;
whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.
Source
Wycliffe Bible (c.1395). Digital text: CrossWire SWORD module (from Wikisource / Wesley Center Online transcriptions). Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/). Source: CrossWire SWORD module Wycliffe (converted to USFM; no wording changed). Changes: reformatted for display (USFM to verses); no wording changed. Audio (including text-to-speech) and other adaptations are shared under CC BY-SA 4.0. Middle English (c.1395).
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