1 Drihten, min gebed deore gehyre, and mid earum onfoh ungemetum georne mine halsunge; heald me syððan on þinre soðfæstnesse and me on soðe gehyr.
Ic þa to Drihtne cwæð: “þu me eart dyre god; gehyr min gebed, halig Drihten, nu ic stefne to þe styrme hlude.”
Gehyr, Drihten, min gebed and ongit mine rihtwisnesse, and onfoh mid þinum earum min gebed, for þon þu wast þæt ic butan facne to þe cleopige.
To þe ic hopige, Drihten; ne gesceamað me næfre þæs. On þinre rihtwisnesse alys me and gefriða me.
þu me sniome alys þuruh þine þa swiþeran miht. Ahyld me þin eare to holde mode, and me lustum alys;