13 Sete hi nu, min god, samod anlice swa se wægnes hweol oþþe windes healm,
Drihten, Drihten, min God, beseoh to me; hwi forlete þu me swa feor minre hælo?
Syn hi tostencte swa swa dust beforan winde, and Godes engel hi geþræste.
Hu! ne eart þu min cyning and min Drihten, swa ylce swa þu hiora wære, þu þe bebude hælo cuman to Iacobes cynne?