1 Wes, Drihten God, deore fultum; beheald, Drihten, me, and me hraðe syþþan gefultuma æt feorhþearfe.
gehyr me hrædlice, hæl me syþþan. Nu me deope is, Drihten leofa, min sylfes gast swær geworden, ne awend fram me, wuldres ealdur, þine ansyne; wese ic earmum gelic þe on sweartne grund syþþan astigað.
Drihten, ne þrea þu me, ne ne þrafa on þinum yrre, ne on þinre hatheortnesse ne witna ðu me,
Beheald mine sawle and hi hrædlice alys and wiðfere laþum feondum.
Ne ofgif þu me huru, god ælmihtig; beseoh þu me, soð god, symble on fultum.