Wycliffe(i)
6 And whanne eftsoone he bryngith in the firste bigetun sone in to the world, he seith, And alle the aungels of God worschipe hym.
7 But he seith to aungels, He that makith hise aungels spiritis, and hise mynystris flawme of fier.
8 But to the sone he seith, God, thi trone is in to the world of world; a yerde of equite is the yerde of thi rewme;
9 thou hast louyd riytwisnesse, and hatidist wickidnesse; therfor the God, thi God, anoyntide thee with oile of ioye, more than thi felowis.
10 And, Thou, Lord, in the bigynnyng foundidist the erthe, and heuenes ben werkis of thin hondis; thei schulen perische,
11 but thou schalt perfitli dwelle; and alle schulen wexe elde as a cloth, and thou schalt chaunge hem as a cloth,
12 and thei schulen be chaungid. But thou art the same thi silf, and thi yeeris schulen not faile.