Wycliffe(i)
1 Whether wisdom crieth not ofte; and prudence yyueth his vois?
2 In souereyneste and hiy coppis, aboue the weie, in the myddis of pathis,
3 and it stondith bisidis the yate of the citee, in thilke closyngis, and spekith, and seith, A!
4 ye men, Y crie ofte to you; and my vois is to the sones of men.
5 Litle children, vndirstonde ye wisdom; and ye vnwise men, `perseyue wisdom.
6 Here ye, for Y schal speke of grete thingis; and my lippis schulen be openyd, to preche riytful thingis.
7 My throte schal bithenke treuthe; and my lippis schulen curse a wickid man.
8 My wordis ben iust; no schrewid thing, nether weiward is in tho.
9 `My wordis ben riytful to hem that vndurstonden; and ben euene to hem that fynden kunnyng.
10 Take ye my chastisyng, and not money; chese ye teching more than tresour.
11 For wisdom is betere than alle richessis moost preciouse; and al desirable thing mai not be comparisound therto.
12 Y, wisdom, dwelle in counsel; and Y am among lernyd thouytis.