In the day of thy planting thou hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.
In þe dai of thi plauntyng schal be a wielde vyne, and erli thi seed schal floure; ripe corne is takun awei in þe dai of eritage, and Israel schal make sorewe greuousli.