As Thou, O Lord of Prayer, hast saved us from the curse, from dwelling yonder in the realm of the dead, so by Thy healing powers, O God, Thou hast chased death far from us.

2 Move both together; do not leave the body. Let both the breathings stay for thee united. Waxing in strength live thou a hundred autumns. Thy noblest guardian and thy lord is God.

3 Return, thy life now vanished into distance! Return, the breath thou drawest and exhalest! God has snatched it from destruction's bosom; into thyself again I pray that it be restored.

4 Let not the vital breath he draws forsake him, let not his expiration part and leave him. I give him into God's keeping: let Him conduct him to old age in safety.

5 Enter him, both ye breaths, like two draught-oxen entering their stall. Let him, the treasure of old age, still wax in strength, uninjured, here.

6 I send thee back thy vital breath; I drive consumption far from thee. May God here, most excellent, sustain our life on every side.

7 From out the depth of darkness, we, ascending to the highest heaven, have come to the sublimest light, the light of the sun, God's sign.