20 Thanne Joob roos, and to-rente hise clothis, and with pollid heed he felde doun on the erthe, and worschipide God,

21 and seide, Y yede nakid out of the wombe of my modir, Y schal turne ayen nakid thidur; the Lord yaf, the Lord took awei; as it pleside the Lord, so it is doon; the name of the Lord be blessid.