For wickedness burneth as the fire; it devoureth the briers and thorns; yea, it kindleth in the thickets of the forest, and they roll upward in a column of smoke.
and þe puple is not turned ayen to þe Lord smytynge it. For whi wickidnesse is kyndlid as fier; it schal deuoure þe breris and thornes, and it schal be kyndlid in þe thickenesse of þe forest, and it schal be wlappid togidere in þe pride of smoke.