I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.
Y herde, and my wombe is troblid togidere; my lippis trembliden togidere of þe vois. Rot entre in my boonys, and sprenge vndur me; þat Y reste ayen in þe dai of tribulacioun, and Y schal stie vp to oure puple gird togidere.