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Wycliffe's English Translation (1388)
Wyc
Jewish Publication Society (1917)
JPS
[1]And the Lord made redi a greet fisch, that he shulde swolowe Jonas; and Jonas was in the wombe of the fisch thre daies and thre niytis. [1]And ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎ prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah; and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.
[2]And Jonas preiede to the Lord his God fro the fischis wombe, [2]Then Jonah prayed unto ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎ his God out of the fish's belly.
[3]and seide, Y criede to God of my tribulacioun, and he herde me; fro the wombe of helle Y criede, and thou herdist my vois. [3]And he said: I called out of mine affliction unto ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎, and He answered me; out of the belly of the nether-world cried I, and Thou heardest my voice.
[4]Thou castidist me doun in to depnesse, in the herte of the see, and the flood cumpasside me; alle thi swolowis and thi wawis passiden on me. [4]For Thou didst cast me into the depth, in the heart of the seas, and the flood was round about me; all Thy waves and Thy billows passed over me.
[5]And Y seide, Y am cast awei fro siyt of thin iyen; netheles eftsoone Y schal see thin hooli temple. [5]And I said: 'I am cast out from before Thine eyes'; yet I will look again toward Thy holy temple.
[6]Watris cumpassiden me `til to my soule, depnesse enuyrownede me, the see hilide myn heed. [6]The waters compassed me about, even to the soul; the deep was round about me; the weeds were wrapped about my head.
[7]Y wente doun to the vtmeste places of hillis, the barris of erthe closiden me togidere, in to withouten ende; and thou, my Lord God, schalt reise vp my lijf fro corrupcioun. [7]I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars closed upon me for ever; yet hast Thou brought up my life from the pit, O ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎ my God.
[8]Whanne my soule was angwisched in me, Y bithouyte on the Lord, that my preier come to thee, to thin hooli temple. [8]When my soul fainted within me, I remembered ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎; and my prayer came in unto Thee, into Thy holy temple.
[9]Thei that kepen vanytees, forsaken his merci idili. [9]They that regard lying vanities forsake their own mercy.
[10]But Y in vois of heriyng schal offre to thee; what euer thingis Y vowide, Y schal yelde to the Lord, for myn helthe. [10]But I will sacrifice unto Thee with the voice of thanksgiving; that which I have vowed I will pay. Salvation is of ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎.
11[No verse] [11]And ‏𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇‎ spoke unto the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.
Author: John Wycliffe (1328 – 1384)
Translation: Jewish Publication Society (1917)
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