The Paris Psalter: 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.