1 To the Mighty, the Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go, drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.

2 Poured out, this victorious juice flows for the Mighty, for his maintenance.

He bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.

3 May the Mighty One in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil,

And, winning waters, wield the steer-strong thunderbolt.

4 Flow vigilant for the Mighty, yea, run thou on:

Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.

5 Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for the sake of the Mighty the mighty juice,

Path-maker thou, far-seeing, with a thousand ways.

6 Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for the righteous,

Proceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.

7 O pure drop, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the righteous:

Rich in sweetness, in our beaker take thy place.

8 Thy drops that swim in water have exalted the Mighty to delight:

The righteous have drunk thee up for immortality.

9 Stream opulence to us, ye drops, pressed and purified,

Pouring down rain from heaven in floods, and finding light.

10 The juice, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,

Shouting while purified before the voice of song.

11 With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece:

Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.

12 Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war,

And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.

13 Gold-hued and lovely in his course, through tangles of the wool he flows,

And pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.

14 Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of sweetness have been poured out.

Thou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.