5 From inmost reservoir in countless channels flow down these rivers which the foe beholds not. I look upon the streams of oil descending, and lo! the Golden Reed is there among them.

6 Like rivers our offerings flow together, cleansing themselves in inmost heart and spirit. The streams of holy oil pour swiftly downward like the wild beasts that fly before the bowman.

7 As rushing down the rapids of a river, flow swifter than the wind the vigorous currents, the streams of oil in swelling fluctuation like a red courser bursting through the fences.

8 Like women at a gathering fair to look on and gently smiling, they incline to the flame. The streams of holy oil attain the fuel, and the Knower of all things joyfully receives them.

9 As maidens deck themselves with gay adornment to join the bridal feast, I now behold them. Where the gift flows and worship is ready, thither the streams of holy oil are running.

10 Send to our eulogy a herd of cattle, bestow upon us excellent possessions. Bear to the righteous the worship we offer: the streams of oil flow pure and full of sweetness.

11 All things depend upon Thy power and might, within the sea, within the heart, within all life. May we attain that sweetly-flavoured wave of Thine, brought, at its gathering, o'er the surface of the floods.