Psalm 115

Ic þæt gelyfde, forþon ic lyt sprece;
ic eom eadmede ungemete swiðe.
Swylce ic sylfa cwæð, þa me swa ðuhte
on modseofan minum geþancum,
þæt wæron ealle menn ungemete lease.
Hwæt mæg ic to gode gyldan dryhtne
for eallum þam godum þe he me ærur dyde?
Ic her hælu calic hæbbe befangen,
and naman dryhtnes neode cige.
Beorht ys and fæger beacen dryhtne
on his gesyhðe swylt haligra.
Eala, ic eom þin agen esne, dryhten,
and þin swylce eom scealc ombehte
and þinre þeowan sunu on ðe acenned.
þu me tobræce bendas grimme,
þæt ic þe laces lof lustum secge.
Ic min gehat halgum dryhtne
on his getynum tidum gylde,
þe ymb dryhtnes hus deore syndan,
þær hit eagum folc eall sceawiað,
and on Hierusalem georne midre.