17 Þuruh his mihte ic muðe cleopige oþþe mine tungan tidum blissade.
Hwæt mæg ic to gode gyldan Dryhtne for eallum þam gōdum þe he me ærur dyde?
Ic me heahne god hæbbe to kyninge, and ic naman þinne neode herige on ecnesse awa to worulde.
Ic fægnige, Drihten, and þe herige, for þam þu me gefriðadest, and þu ne lete mine fynd min fægnian.
Þa clypode ic eft to þe and gebæd me to minum Drihtne and cwæð:
“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?”
Þes þearfa clepode to Drihtne, and Drihten hine gehyrde, and of eallum his earfoþum he hine alysde.