Woe unto him that saith to the wood, Awake; to the dumb stone, Arise! Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.
Wo to hym þat seith to a tre, Wake thou; Rise thou, to a stoon beynge stille; wheþer he schal mow teche? Lo! this is kyuerid with gold and siluer, and no spirit is in his entrails.