1 Quickened is this my priestly rank, quickened is manly strength and force,

Quickened be changeless power, whereof I am the conquering President!

2 I quicken these men's princely sway, the might, the manly strength and force;

I rend away the foemen's arms with this presented offering.

3 Down fall the men, low let them lie, who fight against our mighty prince.

I ruin foemen with my prayer, and raise my friends to high estate.

4 Keener than is the axe's edge, keener than flame itself are they,

Keener than the thunderbolt are they whose Priest and President am I.

5 The weapons of these men I whet and sharpen, with valiant heroes I increase their kingdom.

Victorious be their power and ever ageless! May God and His angels promote their thoughts and wishes.

6 Let their fierce powers, O Bountiful One, be heightened, and upward go the shout of conquering heroes.

Apart and clear, let shout and roar and shriek and lamentation rise!

Let the angels, led by God the Mighty, go with our army.

7 Advance and be victorious, men! Exceeding mighty be your arms!

Smite with sharp-pointed arrows those whose bows are weak. With your strong arms and weapons smite the feeble foe.

8 Loosed from the bowstring fly away, thou Arrow, sharpened by our prayer.

Assail the foemen, vanquish them, conquer each bravest man of theirs, and let not one of them escape.