O Jehovah, my strength, and my stronghold, and my refuge in the day of affliction, unto thee shall the nations come from the ends of the earth, and shall say, Our fathers have inherited nought but lies, 'even' vanity and things wherein there is no profit.
Lord, my strengþe, and my stalworthnesse, and my refuyt in þe dai of tribulacioun, heþene men schulen come to þee fro þe ferþeste places of erþe, and schulen seie, Verili oure fadris helden a leesyng in possessioun, vanyte þat profitide not to hem.