Wycliffe
(i)
19 a greet wynde felde yn sudenli fro the coost of desert, and schook foure corneris of the hows, `which felde doun, and oppresside thi children, and thei ben deed; and Y aloone fledde to telle to thee.
19 Erthe, hile thou not my blood, and my cry fynde not in thee a place of hidyng.