Wycliffe(i)
4 The Lord God schewide to me these thingis; and lo! the Lord God schal clepe doom to fier, and it schal deuoure myche depthe of watir, and it eet togidere a part.
5 And Y seide, Lord God, Y biseche, reste thou; who schal reise Jacob, for he is litil?
6 The Lord hadde merci on this thing; But and this thing schal not be, seide the Lord God.
7 The Lord God schewide to me these thingis; and lo! the Lord stondinge on a wal plastrid, and in the hond of hym was a trulle of a masoun.