6 Þu gedydest þæt we mætan ure land mid rapum, and min hlyt gefeoll ofer þæt betste; for þam is min land nu foremære and me swyðe unbleo.
Dæg byð ofer dæge, þær byð gedefe cynincg; beoð his winter eac wynnum iced, oð þone dæg þe he on Drihtnes sceal on ansyne andweard gangan,
Þa Israelas æhte gesætan hrores folces,