1 Þu min costadest cynnum, Drihten, and me ongeate gleawe mode;
Costa min, god, swa hit cyn wese, and minre heortan gehygd her gesceawa, þone fælan geþanc; frine me syþþan and mine stige ongit gestaðelode.
Þu hæfst afandod min mod, and þu come to me on niht and me gemettest unrotne, and me sude mid þam fyre monegra earfoða, swa swa gold oþþe seolfor; and þu ne fundest on me nan unriht wiþ hi.
hu, ne wræce hit þonne God, for þan he wat ealle dygelnessa ælcere heortan?