ac efre he tuhte the. But ever he enticed thee,
_andnu_ beo the iwold ahte. and now thou art in his power;
ac nu beoth fordutte. eke now are closed
thine dream thurles. 440 thy doors of sound,
ne ihereth heo _ne_ more. nor hear they more
non herunge of the. any praise of thee,
aer theo bemen blowen. until the trumpets blow
the unc becnien scu_llen_. which shall summon us
_f_rom deathes 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
aer cume thaes hei[gh]e kinges dom.
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