Wycliffe(i)
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.
27 For the Lord seith these thingis, Al the lond schal be forsakun, but netheles Y schal not make an endyng.