Son of man, behold, I take away from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke: yet thou shalt neither mourn nor weep, neither shall thy tears run down.
and he seide, Þou, sone of man, lo! Y take awei fro þee þe desirable thing of thin iyen in veniaunce, and thou schalt not weile, neþer wepe, neþer thi teeris schulen flete doun.