Behold, 'it was' for 'my' peace 'that' I had great bitterness: But thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back.
Lo! my bitternesse is moost bittir in pees; forsoþe thou hast delyuered my soule, þat it perischide not; thou hast caste awey bihynde thi bak alle my synnes.