For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
And he schal stie as a yerde bifore hym, and as a roote fro thirsti lond. And neþer schap neþer fairnesse was to hym; and we sien hym, and no biholdyng was;