1 Accept this gift, O Mighty One, Lord of provision; accept the offering of noonday which Thou lovest.

Impetuous, liberal Giver, here loose Thy two bay horses and be gracious.

2 Accept it pure, meal-blent, mixed with milk, O Mighty One; we have poured forth our gift for Thy sake.

Knit with the prayer-fulfilling band of the storm-angels, yea, with the avengers, be Thou satisfied.

3 Those who gave increase to Thy strength and vigour; the storm-angels singing forth Thy might, O Mighty One.

Accept, O fair of cheek, whose hand wields thunder, with the avengers banded, at our noon offering.

4 They, even the storm-angels who were there, excited with song the strength created by Thy bounty.

By them impelled to act He reached the vitals of the obstructor, though he deemed that none might wound him.

5 Pleased, like a man, with our offering, O Mighty One, accept, for enduring hero might, our gift.

Lord of Bays, moved by worship come hither: Thou with the Swift Ones stirrest floods and waters.

6 When Thou didst loose the streams to run like racers in the swift contest, having smitten the obstructor

With flying weapon where he lay, O Mighty One, and, godless, kept the bounteous waters encompassed.

7 With reverence let us worship the Mighty One, great and sublime, eternal, ever youthful,

Whose greatness the dear world-halves have not measured, no, nor conceived the might of Him the Holy.

8 Many are the Mighty One's nobly wrought achievements, and none of all the angels transgress His statutes.

He beareth up this earth and heaven, and, doer of marvels, He begot the sun and morning.

9 Herein, O Guileless One, is Thy true greatness, that Thou art the giver of all provision.

Days may not check the power of Thee the Mighty, nor the nights, O Mighty One, nor the months, nor autumns.

10 As soon as Thou wast manifest in highest heaven, Thou wast the first supporter of the singer.

And when Thou hadst pervaded earth and heaven by Thy power, Thou wast the first supporter of the singer.

11 Thou, puissant God, more mighty, slewest the serpent showing his strength when couched around the waters.

The heaven itself attained not to Thy greatness when with one hip of Thine the earth was shadowed.

12 Worship, O Mighty One, made Thee wax so mighty, the dear offering with the flowing gift.

O Worshipful, with worship help our worship, for worship helped Thy bolt when slaying the serpent.

13 With worship and wish have I brought the Mighty One; still for new blessings may I turn Him hither,

Him magnified by ancient songs and praises, by lauds of later time and days yet recent.

14 I have brought forth a song when longing seized me: ere the decisive day will I laud the Mighty One;

Then may He safely bear us over trouble, as in a ship, when both sides invocate Him.

15 Full is His chalice: Glory! Like a pourer I have filled up the vessel for His sake.

Presented on the right, dear gifts have brought us the Mighty One, to be gracious, hither.

16 Not the deep-flowing flood, O Much-invoked One! not hills that compass Thee about restrain Thee,

Since here incited, for Thy friends, O Mighty One, Thou breakest even the firm-built stall of cattle.

17 Call we on the Bountiful, the auspicious Mighty One, best Hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,

The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the obstructors, wins and gathers riches.