Drihten, þu eart min trymenes and min friðstow. Þu eart min alysend and min God and min gefultumend; to þe ic hopige. Þu eart min scyldere and se horn minre hælo; þu eart min fultumen.
Ic clypige dæges and nihtes to ðe, and andette mine scylda and seofige min ungelimp, and þu hit ne gehyrst. Ac ne understand þu hit me to unrihtwisnesse, for ðæm ic þe na ne oðwite þæt þu me ne gehyrst, ac minum agnum scyldum ic hit wite.
“Drihten, hu nyt is þe min slæge, oþþe min cwalu oððe min rotung on byrgenne? Hwæðer þe þæt dust herige on þære byrgene, oþþe hwæðer hit cyðe þine rihtwisnesse?”
Drihten, gehyr min gebed and mine healsunga; onfoh mid þinum earum minne wop and mine tearas; ne swuga wið me, ac andswara me mid þine fultume, for þam ic eom nifara hider on eorþan beforan ðe and ælðeodig swa swa ealle mine fæderas wæran.
Ic cweðe to þam Gode: “Þu eart min andfengend. Hwy forgits þu min, and hwi awyrpst þu me fram þe, oððe hwy lætst þu me gan þus unrotne, þonne me mysceað mine fynd;