1 When kindled, Thou art the All-Seeing, O God; when Thou art kindled Thou becomest the Friend. In Thee, O Son of Strength, all the angels serve. The Mighty art Thou to man who brings his gift.

2 The Upholder of Covenants art Thou as regardeth maidens; mysterious is Thy name, O Self-sustainer. As a kind friend with streams of milk they honour Thee what time Thou makest wife and lord one-minded.

3 The storm-angels deck their beauty for Thy glory, yea, the Avenger, fair, brightly-coloured. That which was fixed as the loftiest station of the All-Pervading, therewith the secret of the cows Thou guardest.

4 Through Thy glory, God who art so lovely! granting abundant gifts, the righteous gained life that lasts. As their own Priest have men established the Radiant One, and serve Him, fain for praise from Him who liveth.

5 There is no priest more skilled than Thou in worship; none Self-sustainer pass Thee in wisdom. The man within whose house as guest Thou dwellest, O God, by devotion shall conquer mortals.

6 Aided by Thee, O God, may we conquer through our gifts, fain for wealth, awakened: may we in battle, in the days' assemblies, O Son of Strength, by riches conquer mortals.

7 He shall bring evil on the evil-plotter whoever turns against us sin and outrage. Destroy this calumny of him, O God, whoever injures us with double-dealing.

8 At this dawn's flushing, God! our ancient fathers served Thee with offerings, making Thee their envoy, when, O God, to the store of wealth Thou goest, a God kindled with good things by mortals.

11 Most Youthful One, verily Thou bearest Thy praiser safely over all his troubles. Thieves have been seen by us and open foemen: unknown have been the plottings of the wicked.

12 To Thee these eulogies have been directed: or to the Bountiful hath this sin been spoken. But this our God, flaming high, shall never yield us to calumny, to him who wrongs us.