His cnes cachcheȝ to close & cluchches his hommes
His knees catch to close, and he clutches his hams,
& he with plat-tyng his paumes displayes his lers
And he with striking his palms displays his fears,
& romyes as a rad ryth þat roreȝ for drede
And howls as a frightened hound that roars for dread,
Ay biholdand þe honde til hit hade al grauen,
Ever beholding the hand till it had all graven,
& rasped on þe roȝ woȝe runisch saueȝ
And rasped on the rough wall uncouth saws (words).