Say not ye, There are yet four months, and 'then' cometh the harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields, that they are white already unto harvest.
Wheþer ye seien not, þat yit foure monethis ben, and rype corn cometh? Lo! Y seie to you, lifte vp youre iyen, and se ye þe feeldis, for now þei ben white to repe.