7 Þu, Drihten, gehælst us and gefreoðast fram heora yfle on ecnesse.
Dem nu, Drihten, þearfe þæs earman and þæs eaðmodan, þæt se awyrgeda ne ece þæt he hine leng myclie ofer eorðan.
Is þin agen spræc innan fyren, sylf swiþe hat, and symble ða þin esne her ealle lufade.
Utgang þinne and ingang ece Drihten, sawla soðcynincg, symble gehealde of þisson forð awa to worulde.
Ealle gehealdeð halig Drihten þe lufan wið hine lustum healdeð, and he synfulle swylce todrifeð geond widwegas wearaum ealle.
Gehealde me, Drihten, for þam ic hopige to ðe.
Hwylc ys God, butan uran Gode, oððe hwylc drihten, butan urum Drihtne?
Godes ege is swiðe halig: he þurhwunað a worlda world. Godes domas synt swiðe soðe: hi synt gerihtwisode on him sylfum.
For þæm God lufað ryhte domas and ne forlæt næfre his halge, ac he gehylt hy on ecnesse. He witnað þa scyldigan, and þæt sæd þæra unrihtwisra forwyrð.
And Drihten him gefultumað and hy alysð, and hy ahret æt þam synfullum, and hy gedeð hale, for þæm hy hopiað to him.