1 Gehyr min gebed, halig Drihten, nu me costunge cnyssað geneahhe, and wið egesan yfeles feondes mine sawle gescyld symle æt þearfe.
Genere me wið niþe on naman þinum fram yfelum menn, ece Drihten, and fram þam were, þe wom fremme.
Ic þe, Drihten, to dyrum clypige; gehyr me hrædlice holdre stefne, þonne ic bene to þe bidde ceare full.
Gehyr, Drihten, mine stefne, mid þære ic clypige to þe; gemiltsa me and gehyr me.
Ic sohte Drihten and he me gehyrde, and of eallum minum earfoðum he me gefriðode.