& ȝe þat beþ of doubel soule, make ȝe clene ȝoure hertes. [verse 9] Be ȝe sory, & make ȝe waymentacion: & be ȝoure lawȝwynge y-turnyd in-to sorewynge, & ȝoure ioye in-to drerynesse [dreynesse P.] . [verse 10] & be ȝe y-humeled in þe syȝt of oure Lord, & he wole arere ȝou vp yn tyme of trybulacion [yn tyme of trybulacion in margin, 1st corr. S. om. P.] . [verse 11] And my breþeren, ne bakbyte ȝe noȝt eferychone to oþer: for who þat bakbyteþ his broþer, oþer demeþ his broþer [his broþer om. P.] , he bakbyteþ þe lawe, & demeþ þe lawe: & ȝef þou demest þe lawe, þou ne art not a doer of þe lawe, bote a domes-man. [verse 12] And þer is on þat is makere of þe lawe & domes-man, þat may boþe sauen & distroye: & what art þou þat demest þi nexte neyȝebore? [verse 13] And lo, now ȝe seye [ȝe seye on erasure. Nota in the margin S.] , We schuleþ gon to day oþer to morewe in-to þat cyte, & þere we woleþ abyden a ȝer, & chaffaren, & wynne muche: & ȝe ne wyteþ noȝt what schal fallen a-morewe. [verse 14] For what is ȝoure lyf? A breþ þat scheweþ hym-seluen a lytel whyles, & soone þer-aftur it is ydon. [verse 15] & þer-fore seye ȝe, Ȝef God wole, &, Ȝef we lyfeþ [P folio 27] , we woleþ don þis oþer þat. [verse 16] Bote now ȝe ioyeþ in ȝoure pruydes, & eferich such ioye is wikked. [verse 17] And þerfore who þat can do wel, & doþ noȝt wel, it is synne to hym.
And [C m 5m in the margin, early hand, S.] ȝe riche men [ryche men repeated in the margin, 1st corrector, S.] , wepe ȝe & make ȝe sorewe in þe wrecchydnessys þat schuleþ come to ȝow her-after. [verse 2] Ȝoure rycchesse beþ y-roted, & ȝoure cloþes beþ [S folio 23b] y-eten of mowtþes [moþþes P.] . [verse 3] Ȝoure gold and ȝoure seluer is y-rousted; & þe roust of hem schal ben in wytnesse to ȝow & ete ȝoure flesch as fuyr. Ȝe tresoureþ to ȝow-self wraþþe in þe laste dayes. [verse 4] & þe mede of ȝoure werk-men þat han y-repe ȝoure kyndomes, þat ȝe haueþ bygyled hem of, cryeþ an hiȝ: & hure cryynge haþ y-entred [y om. P.] in-to þe eres of oure Lord of Sabaoth. [verse 5] Ȝe habbeþ y-mad festes up-on þe erþe, & ȝe habbeþ y-noresched ȝoure hertes in leccheryes in þe day of slauȝt. [verse 6] Ȝe han y-broȝt forþ & y-slawen þe ryȝtful man, & he ne aȝeynstondeþ ȝow noȝt. [verse 7] & [fferia 4 a in pale ink in margin, S.] þerfore, briþeren, be ȝe pacyent to þe comynge of God. For
