Heloy! Heloy! Lama zabathany!
My fadyr in hevyn on by,
Why dost thou me forsake?
The frelté of my mankende,
With stronge peyn yt gynnyth to peynde,
Ha, dere fadyr, have me in mende,
And lete deth my sorwe slake!
Secundus Judæus. Methynkyth he this doth calle Hely;
Lete us go nere and aspy,
And loke yf he come prevely,