3 Miltsa us nu ða, mihtig Drihten, miltsa us swylce, for þon we manegum synt forhogednessum hearde gefylde.
Þonne ic cleopode to þe, þonne gehyrdest þu me, Drihten, for ðam þu eart se ðe me gerihtwisast, and on minum earfoðum and nearonessum þu me gerymdest. Gemiltsa me, Drihten, and gehyr min gebed.
Miltsa min, God, and me milde weorð, for þon min sawel on þe swyðe getryweð, and ic on fægerum scuan fiðera ðinra gewicie, oð þæt gewite forð and unriht me eall beglide.