Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; 'yet' every one of them doth curse me.
Mi modir, wo to me; whi gendridist thou me a man of chidyng, a man of discord in al þe lond? Y lente not, neþer ony man lente to me; alle men cursen me, þe Lord seith.