17 Ic on æfenne eac on mergenne and on midne dæg mægene sæcge and bodie þæt þu bliðe me mine stefne stiðe gehyre.
Ic æt midre niht mæla gehwylce ricene arise and hraðe gange þær ic ðe andette ealle ætgædere, secge þine domas dædum rihte.
Sy on þinre gesihþe mines sylfes gebed ful recene gereht, swa ricels byð, þonne hit gifre gleda bærnað. Swylce is ahafenes handa minra, þonne ic þe æfenlac estum secge.
For þon he alyseð lungre þearfan, þæt him se welega ne mæg wiht onsittan, and þæne wædlan, þe on worulde næfð ahwær elles ænigne fultum.
Ic on earfoðdæge ecne Drihten sohte mid handum swyþe geneahhe, and ic on niht for him neode eode; næs ic on þam siðe beswicen awiht. And ic swiðe wiðsoc sawle minre fælre frofre;
Ic me to ðe, ece Drihten, mid modgehygde mægene clypade, and min gebed morgena gehwylce fore sylfne þe soðfæst becume.
And þonne on morgene mægene sæcge, hu he milde wearð manna cynne, and his soðe sæcge nihtes.