The sefte is undowteful hope of immortalyté,
In oure Lorde is as gracy and mercy;
Whan oure Lord convertyth oure captivité,
Than are we mad as joyful mery.
In convertendo domus captivitatem Syon: facti sumus sicut consolati.
The eyted is contempt of veyn glory in us,
ffor hym that al mankende hath multyplyed;
But yf oure Lord make here oure hous,
They an laboryd in veyn that it have edyfied.
Nisi Dominus ædificaverit domum, in vanum laboraverunt qui ædificant eam.