5 Þu wast, wuldres god, þæt ic eom unwis hyges, ne wæren þe bemiðene mine scylde.
Þu hæfst afandod min mod, and þu come to me on niht and me gemettest unrotne, and me sude mid þam fyre monegra earfoða, swa swa gold oþþe seolfor; and þu ne fundest on me nan unriht wiþ hi.
Hwa ongyt his uncysta? From þæm ðe me beholen synt, geclænsa me, Drihten;
for þæm þæt mine fynd ne blissien æfter me, þa þe winnað mid unrihte ongean me and me hatiað butan scylde, and wincettað mid heora eagum betwuh him.
Mina wunda rotedan and fuledon for minum dysige.
Drihten, Drihten, þu wast nu eall hwæs ic wilnie; eall hit ys beforan ðe, and min granung þe nis na forholen.