1 Ic þe lufige, Drihten, for þæm þu eart min mægen.
Eala, ic eom þin agen esne, Dryhten, and þin swylce eom scealc ombehte and þinre þeowan sunu on ðe acenned. Þu me tobræce bendas grimme,
Me wæs strengðu strang stiþ on Dryhtne and herenes heah, and he me eac ys a to worulde worden on hælu.
Se God me gegyrde mid mægnum and mid cræftum and gesette mine wegas unwæmme.
Monigu synt earfoðu þara rihtwisena, and of eallum þæm hi alysð Drihten.
Se unrihtwisa cwyþ on his mode þæt he wylle syngian. For þam Godes ege nis beforan his eagum,