17 Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
18 I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.
17 Lord, whanne thou schalt biholde, restore thou my soule fro the wickidnesse of hem; restore thou myn oon aloone fro liouns.
18 I schal knowleche to thee in a greet chirche; Y schal herie thee in a sad puple.