Spring high, O barley, and become much through thine own magnificence: burst all the vessels; let the bolt from heaven forbear to strike thee down.

2 As we invite and call to thee, O barley, God hears us. Raise thyself up like heaven on high and be exhaustless as the sea.

3 Exhaustless let thine out-turns be, exhaustless be thy gathered heaps, exhaustless be thy givers, and exhaustless those who eat of thee.