1 Lord of the clans, giver of bliss, fiend-slayer, mighty o'er the foe, may God the Mighty go before us, Bull who brings us peace.

2 O Mighty One, subdue our enemies, lay low the men who fight with us: down into nether darkness send the man who shows us enmity.

3 Strike down the fiend, strike down the foes, break thou asunder the jaws of the demon of drought. O Mighty One, quell the wrath of the assailing foe.

4 Turn thou the foeman's thought away, his dart who fain would conquer us: grant us Thy great protection; keep his deadly weapon far away.