1 Drihten, hwi gewitst þu swa feor fram us, and hwi noldest þu cuman to us to þære tide þe us nydþearf wæs?
Drihten, Drihten, min God, beseoh to me; hwi forlete þu me swa feor minre hælo?
Ne awend þu þine ansyne fram me, ne þe næfre yrringa acyr fram þinum þeowe. Þu eart min fultumend, Drihten: ne forlæt me, ne ne forseoh me, Drihten, min hælend.
for þam þu me sealdest on ðinum goodan willan wlite and mægen. Þa awendest þu þinne andwlitan fram me, þa wearð ic sona gedrefed.
For hwi wendst þu þinne andwlitan fram us, oððe hwy forgytst þu ure yrmða and ure geswinc?
for þam synt nu fullneah to duste gelæd ure sawla, and ure wamb lið on þære eorðan.
Dryhten ys ure gebeorh and ure mægen and ure fultumend on earfoðum þa us swiðe swiðlice oft on becomon.
Forhwan ðu min gebed æfre woldest, soð god, wiðsacan, oððe þinre gesihðe me on þissum ealdre æfre wyrnan?