9 For þam ðe ure dagas ealle geteorudun, and we on þinum yrre synt swiðe gewæhte.
Syn hi tostencte swa swa dust beforan winde, and Godes engel hi geþræste.
Drihten, gehyr min gebed and mine healsunga; onfoh mid þinum earum minne wop and mine tearas; ne swuga wið me, ac andswara me mid þine fultume, for þam ic eom nifara hider on eorþan beforan ðe and ælðeodig swa swa ealle mine fæderas wæran.
Hi heora dagena tid dædun idle and heora geara gancg eac unnytte.
For þinum eagum, ece Drihten, þusend wintra bið þon anlicast, swa geostran dæg gegan wære; And swa hi on niht hyrdnesse neode begangað,