The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up upon my neck; he hath made my strength to fail: The Lord hath delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
Nun. Þe yok of my wickidnessis wakide in þe hond of hym, tho ben foldid togidere, and put on my necke; my vertu is maad feble; þe Lord yaf me in þe hond, fro which Y schal not mowe rise.