For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him; I hid 'my face' and was wroth; and he went on backsliding in the way of his heart.
Y was wrooth for þe wickidnesse of his aueryce, and Y smoot hym. Y hidde my face fro þee, and Y hadde indignacioun; and he yede with out stidfast dwellyng, in þe weie of his herte.