Wycliffe(i)
20 Sorewe is clepid on sorewe, and al the lond is distried; my tabernaclis ben wastid sudeynli, my skynnes ben wastid sudeynli.
21 Hou longe schal Y se hem that fleen, schal Y here the vois of a clarioun?
22 For my fonned puple knew not me; thei ben vnwise sones, and cowardis; thei ben wise to do yuels, but thei kouden not do wel.
23 Y bihelde the lond, and lo! it was void, and nouyt; and Y bihelde heuenes, and no liyt was in tho.
24 Y siy munteyns, and lo! tho weren mouyd, and all litle hillis weren disturblid.
25 Y lokide, and no man was, and ech brid of heuene was gon a wey.
26 Y bihelde, and lo! Carmele is forsakun, and alle citees therof ben distried fro the face of the Lord, and fro the face of the ire of his strong veniaunce.