His are the offerings of mankind when offered up at Ila's place.

He shall preserve us from the chastisement of the All-Seeing, yea, from the great God's chastisement.

8 The Priest they supplicate to grant them wealth: him, dear, most thoughtful, have they made their messenger, him, offering-bearer have they made,

Beloved of all, who knoweth all, the Priest, the Holy one, the Sage,

Him, Friend, for help, the servants of God when they are fain for wealth, him, Friend, with hymns, when fain for wealth.

HYMN CXXIX. God the Mighty.

1 The car which thou, O Mighty One, for service of the angels, though it be far away, O swift One, bringest near, which, Blameless One, thou bringest near,

Place swiftly nigh us for our help: be it thy will that it be strong.

Blameless and active, hear this speech of orderers, this speech of us like orderers.

2 Hear, O Mighty, thou whom men in every fight must call to show thy strength, for cry of battle with the men, with men of war for victory.

He who with heroes wins the light, who with the singers gains the prize,

Him the rich seek to gain even as a swift strong steed, even as a courser fleet and strong.

3 Thou, Mighty, pourest forth the hide that holds the rain, thou keepest far away, Hero, the wicked man, thou shuttest out the wicked man.

To thee I sing, to heaven's Lord, to the Healer glorious in himself,

To the Friend and the All-Seeing I sing a far-famed hymn to the kind God, a far-famed hymn.

4 We wish our Mighty One here that he may further you, the Friend, beloved of all, the very strong ally, in wars the very strong ally.

In all encounters strengthen thou our prayer to be a help to us.

No enemy whom thou smitest down subdueth thee, no enemy whom thou smitest down.

5 Bow down the overweening pride of every foe with succour like to kindling-wood in fiercest flame, with mighty succour, Mighty One.

Guide us, thou Hero, as of old, so art thou counted blameless still.

Thou drivest, as a Priest, all sins of man away, as Priest, in person, seeking us.

6 This may I utter to the present gift of provision, which, meet to be invoked, with power, awakes the prayer, awakes the demon-slaying prayer.

May he himself with darts of death drive far from us the scorner's hate.

Far let him flee away who speaketh wickedness and vanish like a mote of dust.

7 By thoughtful invocation this may we obtain, obtain great wealth, O Wealthy One, with hero sons, wealth that is sweet with hero sons.

Him who is wroth we pacify with sacred food and eulogies,

The Mighty, Holy One, with calls inspired and true, the Holy One with calls inspired.

8 On, for your good and ours, come the Mighty with the aid of his own lordliness to drive the wicked hence, to rend the evil-hearted ones!

The weapon which devouring fiends cast at us shall destroy themselves.

Struck down, it shall not reach the mark; hurled forth, the fire-brand shall not strike.

9 With riches in abundance, come to us, come by an unobstructed path, come by a path from demons free.

Be with us when we stray afar, be with us when our home is nigh.

Protect us with thy help both near and far away: protect us ever with thy help.

10 Thou art our own, O Mighty One, with victorious wealth: let might accompany thee, the Strong, to give us aid, like a Friend, to give mighty aid.

O strongest saviour, helper thou, Immortal! of each warrior's car.

Hurt thou another and not us, O Thunder-armed, one who would hurt, O Thunder-armed!

11 Save us from injury, thou who art well extolled: ever the warder-off art thou of wicked ones, even as a mighty Lord, of wicked ones;

Thou slayer of the evil fiend, saviour of singer such as I.

Good Lord, thy Creator made thee slayer of the fiends, made thee, good Lord, to slay the fiends.

HYMN CXXX. God the Mighty.

1 Come to us, Mighty One, from afar, conducting us even as a lord of heroes to the gatherings, home, like a King, his heroes' lord.

We come with gifts of pleasant food, with provision poured forth, invoking thee,

As sons invite a sire, that thou mayst get thee strength, thee, bounteousest, to get thee strength.

2 O Mighty One, accept the provision pressed out with stones, poured from the reservoir, as an ox drinks the spring, a very thirsty bull the spring.

For the sweet gift that gladdens thee, for mightiest freshening of thy strength.

Let thy Bay Horses bring thee hither as the Sun, as every day they bring the Sun.

3 He found the treasure brought from heaven that lay concealed, close-hidden, like the nestling of a bird, in rock, enclosed in never-ending rock.

Best Angiras, bolt-armed, he strove to win, as 'twere, the stall of kine;

So the Mighty hath disclosed the food concealed, disclosed the doors, the food that lay concealed.

4 Grasping his thunderbolt with both hands, the Mighty made its edge most keen, for hurling, like a carving-knife, for the serpent's slaughter made it keen.

Endued with majesty and strength, O Mighty One, and with lordly might,

Thou crashest down the trees, as when a craftsman fells, crashest them down as with an axe.

5 Thou, Mighty One, without effort hast let loose the floods to run their free course down, like chariots, to the sea, like chariots showing forth their strength.

They, reaching hence away, have joined their strength for one eternal end,

Even as the cows who poured forth everything for man, yea, poured forth all things for mankind.

6 Eager for riches, men have formed for thee this song, like as a skilful craftsman fashioneth a car, so have they wrought thee to their bliss;

Adorning thee, O Singer, like a generous steed for deeds of might,

Yea, like a steed to show his strength and win the prize, that he may bear each prize away.

7 For Puru thou hast shattered, Mighty One, ninety forts, for Divodasa thy boon servant with thy bolt, O Dancer, for thy worshipper.

For Atithigva he, the Strong, brought Sambara from the mountain down,

Distributing the mighty treasures with his strength, parting all treasures with his strength.

8 The Mighty One in battles helps his worshipper who is faithful, he who hath hundred helps at hand in every fray, in frays that win the light of heaven.

Plaguing the lawless he gave up to Manu's seed the dusky skin;

Blazing, 'twere, he burns each covetous man away, he burns the tyrannous away.

9 Waxed strong in might at dawn he tore the Sun's wheel off. Bright red, he steals away their speech, the Lord of Power, their speech he steals away from them,

As thou with eager speed, O Sage, hast come from far away to help,

As winning for thine own all happiness of men, winning all happiness each day.

10 Lauded with our new hymns, O vigorous in deed, save us with strengthening help, thou Shatterer of the Forts!

Thou, Mighty One, praised by Divodasa's clansmen, as heaven grows great with days, shalt wax in glory.

HYMN CXXXI. God the Mighty.

1 To the Mighty One heaven hath bowed itself, to the Mighty One mighty Earth with wide-extending tracts, to win the light, with wide-spread tracts.

All angels of one accord have set the Mighty One in front pre-eminent.

For the Mighty One all gifts must be set apart, all man's gifts set apart.

2 In all gifts men with hero spirit urge the Universal One, each seeking several light, each fain to win the light apart.

Thee, furthering like a ship, will we set to the chariot-pole of strength,

As men who win with devotion the favour of the Mighty, men who win it with their lauds.

3 Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their presents forth to win a stall of kine, pouring gifts, seeking thee.

When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to face in war,

Thou showest, Mighty One, then the bolt thy constant friend, the Bull that ever waits on thee.

4 This thine heroic power men of old time have known, wherewith thou breakest down, Mighty One, autumnal forts, breakest them down with conquering might.

Thou hast chastised, O Lord of Strength, the man who worships not,

And made thine own this great earth and these water-floods; with joyous heart these water-floods.

5 And they have bruited far this hero-might when thou, O Strong One, in thy joy helpest thy suppliants, who sought to win thee for their Friend.

Their battle-cry thou madest sound victorious in the shocks of war.

One stream after another have they gained from thee, eager for glory have they gained.

6 Also this morn may he be well inclined to us, mark at our call our offerings and our song of praise, our call that we may win the light.

As thou, O Thunder-armed, wilt, as the Strong One, slay the foe,

Listen thou to the prayer of me a later sage, hear thou a later sage's prayer.

7 O Mighty One, waxen strong and well-inclined to us, thou very mighty, slay the man that is our foe, slay the man, Hero! with thy bolt.

Slay thou the man who injures us: hear thou, as readiest to hear.

Far be malignity, like mischief on the march, afar be all malignity.

HYMN CXXXII. God the Mighty.

1 Helped, O Mighty Lord, by thee in war of old, may we subdue in fight the men who strive with us, conquer the men who war with us.

This day that now is close at hand bless him who gives of his provision.

In this our devotion may we divide the spoil, showing our strength, the spoil of war.

2 In war which wins the light, at the free-giver's call, at due offering of the early-rising one, offering of the active one,

The Mighty slew, even as we know, him whom each bowed head must reverence.

May all thy bounteous gifts be gathered up for us, yea, the good gifts of thee the Good.

3 This food glows for thee as of old at worship, wherein they made thee chooser of the place, for thou choosest the place of worship.

Speak thou and make it known to us; they see within with beams of light.

The Mighty One, indeed, is found a seeker after spoil, spoil-seeker for his own allies.

4 So now must thy great deed be lauded as of old, when for the Angirases thou openedst the stall, openedst, giving aid, the stall.

In the same manner for us here fight thou and be victorious:

To him who gives of his provision give up the lawless man, the lawless who is wroth with us.

5 When with wise plan the Hero leads the people forth, they conquer in the ordered battle, seeking fame, press, eager, onward seeking fame.

To him in time of need they sing for life with offspring and with strength.

Their hymns with the Mighty find a welcome place of rest: the hymns go forward to the angels.

6 O Mighty One and the Mountain, our champions in the fight, drive ye away each man who fain would war with us, drive him far from us with the bolt.

Welcome to him concealed afar shall be the lair that he hath found.

So may the Render rend our foes on every side, rend them, O Hero, everywhere.

HYMN CXXXIII. God the Mighty.

1 With devotion I purge both earth and heaven: I burn up great she-fiends who serve not the Mighty,

Where throttled by thy hand the foes were slaughtered, and in the pit of death lay pierced and mangled.

2 O thou who castest forth the stones, crushing the heads of the wicked,

Break them with thy wide-spreading foot, with thy wide-spreading mighty foot.

3 Do thou, O Lord of Bounty, beat off the daring strength of these wicked ones.

Cast them within the narrow pit, within the deep and narrow pit.

4 Of whom thou hast ere now destroyed thrice-fifty with thy fierce attacks.

That deed they count a glorious deed, though small to thee, a glorious deed.

5 O Mighty One, crush and bray to bits the fearful fiery-weaponed fiend: