1 And Jhesus passynge, seiy a man blynd fro the birthe.2 And hise disciplis axiden hym, Maistir, what synnede this man, or hise eldris, that he schulde be borun blynd?3 Jhesus answeride, Nether this man synnede, nether hise eldris; but that the werkis of God be schewid in hym.4 It bihoueth me to worche the werkis of hym that sente me, as longe as the dai is; the nyyt schal come, whanne no man may worche.5 As longe as Y am in the world, Y am the liyt of the world.6 Whanne he hadde seid these thingis, he spette in to the erthe, and made cley of the spotil, and anoyntide the cley on hise iyen,7 and seide to hym, Go, and be thou waisschun in the watir of Siloe, that is to seie, Sent. Thanne he wente, and waisschide, and cam seynge.