20 To whiche sche seide, Clepe ye not me Noemy, that is, fair, but clepe ye me Mara, that is, bittere; for Almyyti God hath fillid me greetli with bitternesse.21 Y yede out ful, and the Lord ledde me ayen voide; whi therfor clepen ye me Noemy, whom the Lord hath maad low, and Almyyti God hath turmentid?