Let flowery Durva grass grow up about thine exit and thine entrance. There let a spring of water rise, or lake with blooming lotuses.

2 This is the place where waters meet, here is the gathering of the flood. Our home is set amid the lake: turn thou thy jaws away from it.

3 O house, we compass thee about with coolness to envelop thee. Cool as a lake be thou to us. Let God bring us healing balm!