May He stand by us in our need and in abundance for our wealth: with riches may He come to us;

2 Whose might in battles foemen challenge not: to Him, to God, sing your song.

3 Nigh to the Mighty One come these bright drops, the offerings mingled with the curd.

5 O God, lover of the song, may these swift offerings be accepted by Thee, the Sage.

6 O Lord of Hundred Powers, our chants of praise and lauds extol Thee: so may the songs we sing exalt Thee!

7 O God, whose succour never fails, accept this treasure thousandfold, wherein all manly powers abide.

8 O God, Thou who lovest song, let no man hurt our bodies, keep slaughter far from us, for Thou canst.

12 Thereafter they, as is their wont, came forth to their service, assuming the names by which they are known.