Wycliffe
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6 Nyle ye reise an hiy youre horn; nyle ye speke wickidnesse ayens God.
7 For nether fro the eest, nethir fro the west, nethir fro desert hillis; for God is the iuge.
8 He mekith this man, and enhaunsith hym; for a cuppe of cleene wyn ful of meddling is in the hoond of the Lord.