Is my heritage unto me as a speckled bird of prey? are the birds of prey against her round about? go ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, bring them to devour.
Wheþer myn eritage is a brid of dyuerse colours to me? wheþer it is a brid died thorou out? Alle beestis of þe feeld, come ye, be ye gaderid togidere; haste ye for to deuoure.