1 Arise god, ricene weorðe his feonda gehwylc fæste toworpen; fleoð his ansyne, þa þe hine feodan ær.
Aris, Drihten, and gefultuma us, and alys us for þinum naman.
ne do hy to deadan, þy læs hi dollice þinre æ geban anforlæton. Ac þu hi wide todrif þurh þines wordes mægen, and hi wraðe toweorp, wealdend min Drihten.
Þonne hi se heofonlica kynincg her toscadeð, syþþan hi on Selmon snawe weorðað.
On wuda þu wildeor wordum þreatast and fearra gemot under folcum; ne beoð ut fram þe æfre atynde, þa þe seolfres beoð since gecoste. Toweorp þu þa ðeoda [half line misssing from MS]
Þu miht oferhydige eaðe mid wunde heane gehnægean; hafast ðu heah mægen þines earmes sped wið ealle fynd.