4 He þe bæd langes lifes, and þu hit him sealdest a worlda world.
Leofað sawl min and þe lustum hereð, and me þine domas dædum fultumiað.
Cumen me ðine miltsa mihtum geswyþede, and ic lange on þam lifian mote; forðon me is metegung on modsefan, hu ic æ þine efnast healde.
Beseoh to me, Drihten, min God, and gehyr me. Onliht mine eagan þæt hi næfre ne slapan on swylcum deaðe,
swa æþele deaw on Hermone, se ofer Sionbeorge sneome astigeð. For þon her bebead halig Drihten lifes bletsunga lange to feore of þisson nu awa to worulde.
Þonne byð his nama ofer eall niða bearn and to widan feore weorðeð gebletsod; ær sunnan his nama soðfæst standeð, byð his setl ær swylce þonne mona. And him byð eorþan cynn eall gebletsad; ealle hine þeoda þriste heriað.
Ic to widan feore wyrce syððan þin heahsetl hror and weorðlic swa heofones dagas her mid mannum.
Ic hine generige and his naman swylce gewuldrige geond ealle werðeoda, and him lifdagas lange sylle, swylce him mine hælu holde ætywe.