1 Bearing offerings mortal men, O God, worship Thee the God. I deem Thee Knower of all things: bear our offerings, Thou, unceasingly.

2 In the man's home who offers gifts, where grass is trimmed, the Radiant One is Priest, to whom all worship comes and strengthenings that win renown.

3 Whom, as a newly kindled flame, the kindling-sticks have brought to light, Sustainer of the tribes of men, skilled in well-ordered worship.

4 Yea, very hard art Thou to grasp, like offspring of the wriggling snakes, when Thou consumest many woods like an ox, O God, in the mead.

5 Whose flames, when Thou art sending forth the smoke, completely reach the mark, when Trta in the height of heaven, like as a smelter fanneth Thee, e'en as a smelter sharpeneth Thee.

6 O God, by Thy succour and by the Friend's friendly furtherance, may we, averting hate, subdue the wickedness of mortal men.

7 O God, to our heroes bring such riches, Thou victorious God. May He protect and nourish us, and help in gaining strength: be Thou near us in fight for our success.