27 nu us Drihten God deore onlyhte. Wutan us to symbeldæge settan georne, and ðone gelome lustum healdan oð wigbedes wræste hornas.
For þam þu onælest min leohtfæt, Drihten, min God, onlyht mine þystru.
and he gedeð þine rihtwisnesse mannum swa sweotole swa sunnan, and þinne dom he gedeð swa sweotolne swa sunne byð to middes dæges.