Eg segi riett, að einginn mætti láta vörrum ógrátandi, Jésú minn, ef, linhjartaðr, læsi letrið af píslum þínum, því að náttúran æpti af ótta, öll skjálfandi, en himnar sjálfir týndu ljós, þá er var bundinn berr; hauðr bifaðiz í dauða þínum.

I say rightly that no one could speak without weeping, my Jesus, if, tenderhearted, he were to read the record of your sufferings, because nature cried out with fear, all quaking, and the heavens themselves lost light, when you were bound naked; the earth trembled at your death.