3 And eft cymð se ylca God swiðe openlice, þæt ys, ure God, and he þonne naht ne swugað. Fyr byrnð for his ansyne, and ymb hine utan strange stormas.
for þam he is ure God on ecnesse and on weorulda woruld; and he ræt us and recð on weorulda weorld.
Eall þis yfel þu dydest, and ic swugode and þolode swylce ic hit nyste. Þu ræswedest swiðe unryhte þæt ic wære þin gelica, swylce ic ne meahte þe forgyldan swylces edlean. Ic þe þreage nu, and stæle beforan þe, and þe cyðe eal þas yflu.”
ure hælend God helpe usser and us æt deaðe eac Drihten gehealde.
Hwylc is þe gelic, ece Drihten? Ne swiga ðu, ne þe sylfne bewere.
for andwlitan ecean Drihtnes, for þon he cwom on cyneðrymme, þæt he þas eorðan ealle demde. Þonne he ymbhwyrft eorðan folca soðe and rihte syþþan demeð.