My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
My generacioun is takun awei, and is foldid togidere fro me, as þe tabernacle of scheepherdis is foldid togidere. Mi lijf is kit doun as of a webbe; he kittide doun me, þe while Y was wouun yit. Fro þe morewtid til to þe euentid thou schalt ende me;