The Departing Souls Address to the Body | Page 8

with the pricking ipin_ed ful_sore. 540 pained ful sore: ac nu me wulleth prikien. but now will prick me theo pikes inne helle. those pikes in hell; pinion me ful so_re_. punish me full sore for thine sunne. for thy sin. Ic was on heihnes isceapen. 545 On high was I created, and soule ihoten. and named soul. Ic was the seo_fothe_ isceaft. I was the seventh creation, So theo bec seggeth. as the book says, the the Almihti God. that Almighty God mildeliche iwrouhte. 550 mercifully wrought. wisli_che_ mid worde. Truly by his word so hit al iwearth. thus it all came to pass: heouene and eorthe. heaven and earth, luft and engles. air and angels, wind and wa_tere_. 555 wind and water, th?s monnes soule. the soul of man, this beoth theo seouene. these are the seven the ic ?r foreseide. that I before mentioned. this was ma_kede_. These were made th?s Almihties f?der. 560 by the Almighty Father; of thissen andweorke. of this substance alle thing he iwrouhte. all things he wrought; and th_us_ hit is iwriten. and thus it is written on holie wisdome. in holy wisdom, _Fiat et facta sunt omnia._ 565 _Fiat et facta sunt omnia._ He seide iwu_rthe_. He said, let be, _and_ alle thing iworthen. and all things were; thus mid one worde. thus with one word al hit was iwurthen. was all created; he iscop th_onne_ thene sune. 570 he made then the sun, alle isceafte wisliche. all truly created thurh wisdome. by his wisdom, and efre he hit wiseth. and he guides it ever, _Imaginem et similitudinem._ _Imaginem et similitudinem._ and ic deorewurthe. 575 And I, in the dear drihtenes onlicn_esse_. Lord's likeness.
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? * * * of God. * * * of God, and ic the im?ne. and me between, mid lothre lufe. 580 with pure love, and ic thin wale iwearth. and I thy bliss decreed; hu so _thu nol_dest. how so thou wouldst not; weila thine fule iwill. alas! thy foul will wo haveth hit me idon. hath wrought my woe. Thu fule mathe _m?_te. 585 Thou foul food for worms, hwi hauest thu me biswiken. why hast thou deceived me? For thine fule sunne. For thy wicked sin ic scal nu _in helle_. I shall now in hell drei[gh]en ther wrecche sith. suffer there a wretched time, all for thine fule lif. 590 all for thy wicked life; [gh]et ic wulle the ?twi_nne_. yet I will flee thee _and thine_ wea sithes. and thy dreary fate. Nu ic scal soriliche. Now I shall sorrowfully sithien from the. depart from thee; nu beoth thine teth atru. 595 thy teeth are now poisonous; _thin_ tunge is ascorted. thy tongue is shortened, theo the facen was. which was so deceitful and then feonde icweme. and pleasing to the fiend. Mid wowe _dreames_. With unjust judgments, and mid gultes feole. 600 and with many trespasses, _thu_ othre birefedest. thou bereaved others rihtes istreones. of their rightful wealth, g?derest to * * * ime. gatheredest * * * ac hit is nu all igon. but it is now all gone thurh th?s deofles lore. 605 through the devil's lore, the the licode wel. that thou liked so well. Nu lith thin _bodige_ stille. Now lieth thy body still on ful colde denne. in full cold den; nafest thu gaersume themo. nor hast thou the treasure the heo was spekinde. 610 of which she spake; _for_ heo was faken biforen. for she was deceitful before, and atterne bihinden. and envenomed after; heo demde feole domes. she pronounced many judgments the drihten _was_ lothe. that were hateful to the Lord. Iseid hit is on psalme. 615 It is said in the Psalm, and ful sothe hit is bihire. and full true it is of her: _Lingua tua concinnabat dolos._ _Lingua tua concinnabat dolos._ Heo [gh]eothede fakenliche. She poured out deceitfully, and then feonde icwemde. and pleased the fiend; heo heou mid hearde worde. 620 she hewed with hard words, and _icwem_de tha wrecches. and delighted the wretches. scearpe heo was and kene. Sharp she was and keen, and cwemde then deofle. and pleased the devil mid alle then sun_ne_. with all the sin _that_ efre was his wille. 625 that ever was his will. A wurthe hire wa. Wo be to her! that heo spekinde was so. that she spake so; heo haue_th_ unc _dom_ned. she has damned us to deoppere helle. to deeper hell. Nis hit non sellic. 630 Is it not wonderful, thauh ic segge of boken. though I read in books, thauh ic _thonne_ that sothe repie. though I then the truth gathered, for ic was ilered. for I was taught of mine leoue f?der. by my dear father feire on frumthe. 635 beautifully in the beginning, aer ic _ford_ferde. before I