1 Nymþe us on wese ece Drihten, cweþað Israhelas ealle nu ða,
Ic me to Drihtne deorum cleopode, þonne me costunga cnysdon geneahhe, and he me gehyrde holde mode.
Hof ic mine eagan to þam hean beorge, þær ic fultum fand fælne æt þearfe.
Ic on ðyssum eom eallum bliðe, þæt me cuðlice to acweden syndon, and on Godes hus gange syððan.
To þe ic mine eagan hof, ece Drihten, þu þe heofonhamas healdest and wealdest.
Þa þe on Drihten heora dædum getreowað, hi beoð on Sionbeorge swyþe gelice; ne mæg hine on ealdre ænig onhreran þe eardfæst byð on Hierusalem.
Þonne Drihten wyle gedon æfter, þæt he of Sione swære ahweorfe hæftned hefige, syððan we hraðe weorðað afrefrede fægere ealle.
Nymþe hus timbrige halig Drihten, on idel gylp oðre winnað þe þæs huses hrof staðeliað. Nymðe gehealde eac halig Drihten ceastre mid cynnum, ne mæg hi cynlice wæccende weard gehealdan.
Eadige syndon ealle þe him ecne god Drihten ondrædað, and his gedefne weg on hyra lifes tid lustum gangað.
Oft me fuhtan to fynd on geoguðe, cweðan Israhelas nu eac þæt sylfe;
Ic of grundum to þe geomur cleopode;
Nis min heorte wið þe ahafen, Drihten, ne mine eagan wið þe on oferhygde. Ne ic on mægene miclum gange ne wundur ofer me wuniað ænig.
Gemune þu, Drihten, mærne Dauid and ealle his mannþwærnesse micle and goode.
Efne hu glædlic bið and gōd swylce, þætte broður on an begen hicgen, þær hig ænne sculan eard weardian.
Efne bletsien nu bliðe Drihten ealle his agene onbyhtscealcas. Ge þe on Godes huse gearwe standað, and on cafertunum Cristes huses ures þæs halgan godes held begangað.
Drihten is min onlyhtend and min hælend: hwæt þearf ic ondrædan? Drihten is scyldend mines lifes: hwy sceal ic beon afærd?
Dryhten, mægena God, ys mid us, and ure andfengend ys Iacobes God.
Drihten, mægena God, ys mid us, and ure andfengend is Iacobes God.
Efne me þonne God gleawe fultumeð, is andfengea ece Drihten sawle minre; he me swican ne wile.
Ic on God min word georne herige, and on God swylce georne gelyfe, and ic ealne dæg ecne Drihten wordum weorðige;
Þonne on hinderling hweorfað mine feondas fæcne, ðonne ic me freoðu to ðe wordum wilnige; ic wat and can, þæt þu min God gleawe wære.
Nymðe me Drihten, dema usser, gefultumede fægere æt þearfe, wenincga min sawl sohte helle.