O God, Thou art the Guardian: let Thy healing plant keep safely all our bipeds and our quadrupeds.

2 The harms of gambling, the plots of the fifty-threes, the hundred practisers of witchcraft, all these may God make weak, bereft of their effectual force.

3 Baffle the loud factitious howl, make impotent the seven decays. As when an archer speeds the shaft, drive away want, O God.

4 This counteracts the sorceress, this banishes malignity. Then may victorious God prolong the days we have to live.

5 Let God's protecting might encompass us on every side, wherewith He quells the pains of shoulder and neck, might by greater might.

6 Three times hast Thou engendered this plant fixed on the surface of the earth. The learned of olden time knew that its name was Guardian.

7 The ancient plants surpass thee not, nor any herbs of recent days. A potent remedy is this plant, a most felicitous defence, by God's gift.

8 Then when thou sprangest into life, thou plant of unmeasured strength, God the Mighty bestowed great power upon thee from the first.

9 To thee in truth, O forest tree, God the Mighty gave strength. Driving away all maladies, strike down what is harmful, O plant, by His leave.

10 Lumbago and rheumatic pain, consumptive cough, and pleurisy, and fever which each autumn brings, may God make powerless.