9 And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held:
10 And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
11 And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellowservants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.
1Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man.
2As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk;
3so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me.
4If Y schal slepe, Y schal seie, Whanne schal Y rise? and eft Y schal abide the euentid, and Y schal be fillid with sorewis `til to derknessis.
5Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere.
6My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun `of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope.
7God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis.
8Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not `be in deedli lijf.
9As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie;
10nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym.
11Wherfor and Y schal not spare my mouth; Y schal speke in the tribulacioun of my spirit, Y schal talke togidere with the bitternesse of my soule.
12Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun?
13If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed;
14thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with `orrour, ethir hidousnesse, `bi siytis.
15Wherfor my soule `chees hangyng, and my boonys cheesiden deth.
16`Y dispeiride, now Y schal no more lyue; Lord, spare thou me, for my daies ben nouyt.
17What is a man, for thou `magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym?
18Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym.
19Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele?
20Y haue synned; A! thou kepere of men, what schal Y do to thee? Whi hast thou set me contrarie to thee, and Y am maad greuouse to my silf?
21Whi doist thou not awei my sinne, and whi takist thou not awei my wickidnesse? Lo! now Y schal slepe in dust, and if thou sekist me eerli, Y schal not abide.