9 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;
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.