Yea, behold, being planted, shall it prosper? shall it not utterly wither, when the east wind toucheth it? it shall wither in the beds where it grew.
Lo! it is plauntid, þerfor wheþer it schal haue prosperite? Wheþer not whanne brennynge wynd schal touche it, it schal be maad drye, and schal wexe drie in þe cornfloris of his seed?