Bless, Jehovah, his substance, And accept the work of his hands: Smite through the loins of them that rise up against him, And of them that hate him, that they rise not again.
Lord, blesse thou þe strengþe of hym, and resseyue thou þe werkis of his hondis; smyte thou þe backis of hise enemyes, and þei þat haten hym, rise not.