1 To God bring these songs, whose bow is firm and strong, the self-dependent God with swiftly-flying shafts,

The Wise, the Conqueror whom none may overcome, armed with sharp-pointed weapons: may He hear our call.

2 He through His lordship thinks on beings of the earth, on heavenly beings through His high imperial sway.

Come willingly to our doors that gladly welcome Thee, and heal all sickness, O God, in our families.

3 May Thy bright arrow which, shot down by Thee from heaven, flieth upon the earth, pass us uninjured by:

Thou, very gracious God, hast thousand medicines: inflict no evil on our sons or progeny.

4 Slay us not, nor abandon us, O God; let not Thy noose, when Thou art angry, seize us.

Give us trimmed grass and fame among the living. Preserve us evermore with blessings.