5 tyhst us and fedest teara hlafe, and us drincan gifest deorcum tearum manna gehwylcum on gemet rihtes.
For ðon ic anlic ætt æscean hlafe, and ic minne drinc mengde wið tearum,
Me wæran mine tearas for hlafas, ægþer ge on dæg ge on niht, þonne ic gehyrde mine fynd cweþan: “Hwær is þin God þe þu to hopast?”
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.
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.