Make blind and headless, O God, the serpent with the pungent breath. Strike from the wolf's head its two eyes, and dash the thief to the ground.

2 Those oxen that are thine, O night, with sharpened horns and rapid pace, the stars, with those transport us safe to-day o'er difficulties everywhere.

3 Uninjured in our bodies may we pass through each succeeding night, and let malignities fail to pass, as men without a boat the depth.

4 As millet hurried through the air before us is beheld no more, so cause the man to vanish, O God, who plans to do us injury.

5 The thief hast Thou kept far away, the robber driver of our kine, even him who having covered up the horse's head would lead him off.

6 If dealing treasure Thou hast come to-day, O highly favoured night, cause Thou us to enjoy it all, so that this may not pass away.

7 Do Thou entrust us to the dawn, all of us free from sin, O night. May God deliver us to the day, and the day to Thee, O glorious One.