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Chapter 147
| Psal | Wycliffe | 147:1 | It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy. | |
| Psal | Wycliffe | 147:3 | For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee. | |
| Psal | Wycliffe | 147:7 | He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse? | |
| Psal | Wycliffe | 147:8 | He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe. | |