Wycliffe(i)
12 Certis an hid word was seid to me, and myn eere took as theueli the veynes of priuy noise therof.
13 In the hidousnesse of `nyytis siyt, whanne heuy sleep is wont to occupie men,
14 drede and tremblyng helde me; and alle my boonys weren aferd.
15 And whanne the spirit `yede in my presence, the heiris of `my fleisch hadden hidousnesse.
16 Oon stood, whos chere Y knewe not, an ymage bifor myn iyen; and Y herde a vois as of softe wynd.
17 Whether a man schal be maad iust in comparisoun of God? ethir whethir a man schal be clennere than his Makere?
18 Lo! thei that seruen hym ben not stidefast; and he findith schrewidnesse in hise aungels.
19 Hou myche more thei that dwellen in housis of cley, that han an ertheli foundement, schulen be wastyd as of a mouyte.
20 Fro morewtid til to euentid thei schulen be kit doun; and for no man vndurstondith, thei schulen perische with outen ende.
21 Sotheli thei, that ben residue, schulen be takun awei; thei schulen die, and not in wisdom.