Then was the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken in pieces together, and became like the chaff of the summer threshing-floors; and the wind carried them away, so that no place was found for them: and the stone that smote the image became a great mountain, and filled the whole earth.
Þanne þe irun, tijl stoon, eþer erþene vessel, bras, siluer, and gold, weren al to-brokun togidere, and dryuun as in to a deed sparcle of a large somer halle, þat ben rauyschid of wynd, and no place is foundun to tho; forsoþe þe stoon, þat smoot þe ymage, was maad a greet hil, and fillide al erþe.