O Ever-True, utterly hopeless though we be, do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.

2 O Lord of strength, great deeds are Thine, the Powerful: do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.

4 Hero, let hostile spirits be still, and let every gentler power wake: do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.

5 Destroy this adversary who in discordant tones rails against Thee: do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.

6 Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course: do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.

7 Slay each reviler and destroy him who in secret injures us: do Thou, O God, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, in thousands, O most wealthy One.