The Departing Souls Address to the Body | Page 7

dimnesse. 445 from death's dimness to drihtenes dome. to the Lord's doom. thonne thu scalt iheren. Then thou shalt hear thene _lauer_de dom. the Lord doom, the thu on thisse life. that thou in this life lutherliche of eodest. 450 wickedly walked. Thet et seith the sowle. Again saith the soul _soril_iche to hire licame. sadly to the body, nu thu bist afursed. now thou art separated from alle thine freonden. from all thy friends; nu is thin muth forscutted. 455 now is thy mouth prevented, for death hine haueth fordutted. for death has closed it; ne bith he _ne m_are undon. nor will it be ever opened ?r cume th?s hei[gh]e kinges dom. before the high King's doom. thonne hit bith isene. Then it will be seen, _thet_ on Psalme seith. 460 as the Psalm sayeth, _Reddituri sunt de factis propriis _Reddituri sunt de factis propriis
? rationem._ rationem._ thonne sculen theo _w_eile. Then shall those servants seggen hore deden. tell their deeds, wisliche thurh wisdome. truly through wisdom, for drihten hit wot. 465 for the Lord knoweth them; _thon_ne heo onfoth hore dom. then they receive their doom of drihtenes muthe. from the Lord's mouth, also hit is awriten. as it is written; of _drih_tenes muthe. from the Lord's mouth: _Ite maledicti in ignem eternum._ 470 _Ite maledicti in ignem eternum._ thonne sculen wit si_thien_. Then shall we depart to alre seoruwe mest. into uttermost sorrow, faren mid feondes. go with fiends in thet eche fur. in that everlasting fire, beornen _?_fre. 475 to burn for ever; ende nis ther nefre. end is there never. _Et quia bona egerunt ibunt in vitam _Et quia bona egerunt ibunt in vitam
? eternam._ eternam._ thonne _go_n theo goden. Then go the good, mid Gode sithian. departing with God, echeliche wunien. 480 to dwell everlastingly in alre wuldre. in ever-during glory.
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? * * me suke to the. * * * * * _Osmeum aperui, et attraxi ipsum._ _Osmeum aperui, et attraxi ipsum._ thu * * * et drowe me to the. thou * * * drew me to thee, walawa! and wa is me. 486 well away! and woe is me! that ic efre com to the. that I ever came to thee; for noldest _thu_ mid thine muthe. for thou wouldst not with thy mouth bim?nen thine neode. bewail thy infirmities; ac ?fre di[gh]elliche. 490 but ever darkly thu woldest _ham_ bidernan. thou wouldst hide them; noldest thu ham siggen. nor wouldst thou confess them; biforen none preosten. before any priest, ther _al_le men secheth ham ore. where all men seek pardon, bim?neth hore misdeden. 495 bewail their misdeeds, and seoththen milts_unge_ foth. and afterwards obtain mercy; thurh sothne scrift. through true shrift sithieth to Criste. depart to Christ; seggeth hore sunnen. confess their sins and hor _soules_ helpith. 500 and help their souls, thurh sothe bireousunge. through true repentance. theo soule reste onfoth. the soul acquires rest; ac ne the _scalt_ nefre resten. but thou shalt never rest, thurh thine bireousunge. through thy repentance. ac altog?dere ic am forlor_en_. 505 Eke I am altogether lost _thurh_ thine luthere deden. through thy wicked deeds; noldest thu mid muthe. thou wouldst not with thy mouth bidden me none milt_sunge_. pray for mercy to me; nu thu ert adumbed. now thou art bedumbed, and death haueth the kei[gh]e. 510 and death has caught thee; mid clutes thu ert forl_ig_den. thou art laid out with rags, and loth alle freonden. and loath to all thy friends, efre ma eft. for ever and ever on to lokienne. to look on. thus is reoulic_he thin_ sith. 515 Thus rueful is thy lot, efter thine wrecche lif. after thy wicked life; for thu were beset. for thou wert beset thicke mid sunne. thick with sin, and alle _theo_ weren prickiende. and they all were pricking so wiles on ile. 520 like quills on porcupine; he bith thicke mid wiles. he is thick _set_ with quills; ne prikieth he_om_ no wiht. they prick him not, for al bith that softe. for the soft part is all iwend to him sulfen. turned to himself, that ne mawen his wil_es_. 525 that his quills cannot _pri_kien him sore. prick him sore, for al bith that scearpe. for the points are all him iwend fromward. turned him fromward. So thu we_ren_ mid sunne. Thus thou wert with sin iset alle with inne. 530 beset all within; theo sunfule pikes. those sinful pikes prikieth me fuls_ore_. prick me full sore, _ac thu al that_ softe was. but thou all that was soft iwend to the sulven. turned to thyself, and efre thet scerpe. 535 and ever the sharp scored me touar_des_. scored me towards, heo weren iwend. they were turned so me wurst was. as was worst for me, ich was mid thine prickunge. I was