And fire is gone out of the rods of its branches, it hath devoured its fruit, so that there is in it no strong rod to be a sceptre to rule. This is a lamentation, and shall be for a lamentation.
And fier yede out of þe yerde of þe braunchis þerof, þat eet þe fruyt þerof. And a stronge yerde, þe ceptre of lordis, was not in it. It is weilyng, and it schal be in to weilyng.