Roȝ rakkes þer ros with rudnyng an-vnder
Rough clouds there arose with lightning there under,
Þe see souȝed ful sore, gret selly to here
The sea sobbed full sore, great marvel to hear;
Þe wyndes on þe wonne water so wrastel togeder,
The winds on the wan water so wrestle together,
Þat þe wawes ful wode waltered so hiȝe
That the waves full wild rolled so high,
& efte busched to þe abyme þat breed fyssches
And again bent to the abyss that bred fishes;