XLII.
[1]
Deme me, god, and schede mi skil
Fra men þat noght be hali wil;
Fra man wicked, swikel als-swa
Outake þou me ai fra þa.
2
For þou ert god, mi strenght in þe,
Wharfore awai draue þou me?
And wharfore dreried in .I. ga,
Whil þat twinges me þe fa?
3
Outsende þi light, þi sothnes swa;
Þai led me to and þai led me fra
In þi hali hille þat isse,
And in þine teldes al with blisse.
4
And to goddes weued inga .I. sal,
To god þat faines mi youthede al.
5
In harpe to þe sal .I. schriue,
God mi god þat es on liue.
Wharfore, mi saule, dreri ertou?
And whi todreues þou me nou?
6
Hope in god, for yhit sal [.i. to him schriue],
Hele of mi face, and mi god [o]-liue.
