5 Hu wilt þu, wuldres god, wrað yrre þin on ende fram us æfre oncyrran? is nu onbærned biter þin yrre on ðinum folce fyre hatre.
Nelle þu oð ende yrre habban, ne on ecnesse ðe awa belgan.
Gehwyrf la, Drihten, to me and alys mine sawle, and gedo me halne for ðinre mildheornesse.
For hwan þu us, ece God, æfre woldest æt ende fram þe ahwær drifan? is þin yrre strang and egesa mycel ofer þin agen eowde sceapa.
Eala ðu, mægena god, mære Drihten, hu lange yrsast þu on þines esnes gebed?
tyhst us and fedest teara hlafe, and us drincan gifest deorcum tearum manna gehwylcum on gemet rihtes.
þæt ðu us ne weorðe wrað on mode. Ne wrec þu þin yrre wraðe mode of cynne on cynn and on cneorisse;
Wilt þu hu lange, wealdend Drihten, yrre þin acyðan swa onæled fyr?
Gemune, mære God, hwæt si min lytle sped; ne huru ðu manna bearn on middangeard to idelnesse æfre geworhtest.