1 When with Thy mighty help, O potent God, the armies rush together in their fury,

When from the strong man's arm the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.

2 O God, where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who assail us,

Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.

3 God of the fair helm, give Sudas a hundred succours, a thousand blessings, and Thy bounty.

Strike down the weapon of our mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.

4 I wait the power of One like Thee, O God, gifts of a Helper such as Thou art, Hero.

Strong, Mighty God, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not Thou desert us.

5 Here are the Kutsas supplicating God for might, the Lord of Bays for God-sent conquest.

Make our foes ever easy to be vanquished: may we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.

6 With precious things, O God, thus content us: may we attain to Thine exalted favour.

Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore with blessings.