The Nine Herb Prayer

Fille and Finule, felamihtigu twá,
þá wyrte gesceop witig drihten,
hálig on heofonum, þá hé hóngode;
sette and sænde on VII worulde
earmum and éadigum eallum tó bóte.
Stond héo wið wærce, stunað héo wið éáttre,
séo mæg wið III and wið XXX,
wið feondes hond and wið færbregde,
wið malscrunge mánra wihta.
Chervil and Fennel, most mighty two,
those worts  were shaped by the witty Drighten,
holy in the heavens, where he hung;
set and sent [them] into seven worlds
for the wretched and the wealthy for all a cure.
Stands she against pain, stuneth (dasheth) she against venom,
that prevails against three and against thirty,
against the fiend’s hand and against far-braiding (shape-shifting?),
against maskering (bewitching) by evil wights.

Part of  a very long Anglo-Saxon poem extolling the virtues of herbs. I've only picked one of the potent nine, can you recognise it? Useful against shape-shifting thank goodness.
Freshly plucked from the garden and shortly to be eaten in tonight's salad. Vegetables of sort as they are all edible leaves and will be delicious. They're waiting in a little jamjar.  I also liked the delicate tendrils of the runner beans. 
Teacher's test now -  who can name them all? 
Second test - who can read the original Anglo- Saxon???
Thanks to everyone who's joined in this Tiny Tuesday Challenge, off to have a browse.
And who's going to Scarborough Fair