Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches; Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.
Coph. Rise thou togidere, herie thou in þe nyyt, in þe begynnyng of wakyngis; schede out thin herte as watir, bifore þe siyt of þe Lord; reise thin hondis to hym for þe soulis of thi litle children, þat failiden for hungur in þe heed of alle meetyngis of weies.