11 To whiche sche answeride, My douytris, turne ye ayen, whi comen ye with me? Y haue no more sones in my wombe, that ye moun hope hosebondis of me; my douytris of Moab, turne ye ayen, and go;12 for now Y am maad eeld, and Y am not able to boond of mariage; yhe, thouy Y myyte conseyue in this nyyt,13 and bere sones, if ye wolen abide til thei wexen, and fillen the yeris of mariage, ye schulen sunner be eld wymmen than ye schulen be weddid; I biseche, nyle ye, my douytris, for youre angwische oppressith me more, and the hond of the Lord yede out ayens me.