Accept the juice that we have pressed, the offering blended with milk, O God the Mighty: come, favouring us, with Thy grace.

2 Accept, O God, this gladdening offering, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones: is it not offered for Thy sake?

3 To God the Mighty have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence, to turn Him to our offering.

4 Hither with songs of praise we call on God to accept our offering: will He not draw near to us by our lauds?

5 O God, these offerings are made: accept them, Lord of Hundred Powers, Thou Prince of wealth.

6 We know Thee winner of the spoil and resolute in battles, Sage! Therefore Thy blessing we implore.

7 Accept, O God, this juice which we have pressed, mingled with barley and with milk.

8 O God, for Thee in Thine own place I make the offering: and let remembrance of Thee remain deep in our hearts.

9 We call on Thee, the Ancient One, O God, and bring our offering, we Kusikas who seek Thine aid.