Wycliffe(i)
3 Reise thin hondis in to the prides of hem; hou grete thingis the enemy dide wickidli in the hooli.
4 And thei that hatiden thee; hadden glorie in the myddis of thi solempnete.
5 Thei settiden her signes, `ethir baneris, signes on the hiyeste, as in the outgoing; and thei knewen not.
6 As in a wode of trees thei heweden doun with axis the yatis therof in to it silf; thei castiden doun it with an ax, and a brood fallinge ax.
7 Thei brenten with fier thi seyntuarie; thei defouliden the tabernacle of thi name in erthe.
8 The kynrede of hem seiden togidere in her herte; Make we alle the feest daies of God to ceesse fro the erthe.
9 We han not seyn oure signes, now `no profete is; and he schal no more knowe vs.