Decade I — God the Mighty

1 No one by deed attains to Him who works and strengthens evermore: no, not by sacrifice, to the Lord, praised of all, resistless, daring, bold in might.

2 He without ligature, before making incision in the neck, closed up the wound again, most wealthy Bountiful, who healeth the dissevered parts.

3 A thousand and a hundred steeds are harnessed to Thy golden car: yoked by devotion, O Lord, let the long-maned bays bring Thee!

4 Come hither, O Lord, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails like peacock's plumes! Let no men check Thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them as o'er desert lands!

5 Thou as God, O mightiest, verily blessest mortal man. O Bountiful, there is no comforter but Thou: O Lord, I speak my words to Thee.

6 O Lord, Thou art far-renowned, impetuous Lord of power and might. Alone, the never-conquered guardian of mankind, Thou smitest down resistless foes.

7 The Mighty One for worship of the righteous, the Mighty One while worship proceeds, the Mighty One, as warriors in the battle-shock, we call, the Mighty One that we may win the spoil.

8 May these my songs of praise exalt Thee, Lord, who hast abundant wealth! Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, have sung them with their lauds to Thee.

9 These songs of ours exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to Thee, like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth and give unfailing help.

10 Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool, come to us quickly both at morning and at eve, and with Thy servants be present!

Decade II — God the Mighty and others

1 O Mighty One, with all Thy saving helps assist us, Lord of power and might! For after Thee we follow even as glorious bliss, Thee, hero, finder-out of wealth.

2 O Lord of light, what joys Thou broughtest from those who opposed Thee, prosper therewith, O Bountiful, him who lauds that deed, and those whose grass is trimmed for Thee!

3 To the Guardian and the Friend sing a reverent song, O pious one, a pleasant hymn to the All-Seeing who shelters us: sing ye a laud unto the Kings!

4 Men with their lauds are urging Thee, O Mighty One, to accept their offering first; the skilled in accord have lifted up their voice, and the strong sung Thee as the first.

5 Sing to your lofty Lord, sing, angels, a holy hymn of praise! Let the Hundredfold in power, the slayer of evil, slay the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt!

6 To the Mighty One sing the lofty hymn that slays the wicked best, whereby the holy ones created the divine light that ever wakes.

7 O Mighty One, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons. Guide us, O much-invoked, in this our way: may we still live and look upon the light!

8 O Mighty One, turn us not away: be present with us at our feast, for Thou art our protection, yea, Thou art our kin: O Lord, turn us not away!

9 We compass these like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and offering made. Here where the filter pours its stream, Thy worshippers round Thee, O Slayer of evil, sit.

10 All strength and valour that is found, O Mighty, in the tribes, and all the splendid fame that the Five Tribes enjoy, bring, yea, all manly powers at once!

Decade III — God the Mighty

1 Yea, verily Thou art a Bull, our guardian, rushing like a bull: Thou, mighty One, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.

2 Whether, O Mighty, Thou be far, or, slayer of evil, near at hand, thence by heaven-reaching songs he who hath pressed the juice invites Thee with Thy long-maned steeds.

3 In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your hero with high laud, to Him the wise, to the Mighty glorious in His name, even as the hymn alloweth it!

4 O Mighty, give us for our weal a triple refuge, triply strong! Bestow a dwelling-place on our rich lords and me, and keep Thy dart afar from these!

5 Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun, enjoy from the Mighty One all good things! When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as our heritage.

6 The godless mortal gaineth not this food, O Thou whose life is long! But one who yokes the bright-hued horses, then the Mighty yokes His tawny steeds.

7 Draw near unto our Lord who must be invoked in every fight! Come, Thou most mighty slayer of evil, meet for praise, come to offerings and to hymns!

8 Thine, O Mighty, is the lowest wealth, Thou cherishest the midmost wealth, Thou ever rulest all the highest: in the fray for cattle none resisteth Thee.

9 Where art Thou? Whither art Thou gone? For many a place attracts Thy mind. Haste, warrior, destroyer of strongholds, Lord of battle's din! haste, holy songs have sounded forth!

10 Here, verily, yesterday we let the Thunder-wielder receive His fill. Bring Him the offering poured forth in worship to-day. Now range you by the glorious One!

Decade IV — God the Mighty

1 He who as Sovereign Lord of men moves with His chariots unrestrained, the slayer of evil, vanquisher of fighting hosts, pre-eminent, is praised in song.

2 O Mighty One, give us security from that whereof we are afraid. Help us, O Bountiful, let Thy favour aid us thus; drive away foes and enemies!

3 Strong pillar Thou, Lord of the home! armour of the givers! The drop of offering breaketh all the strongholds down, and the Mighty is the friend of the righteous.

4 Verily, O Light-giver, Thou art great; truly, O Boundless, Thou art great! O most admired for greatness of Thy majesty, God, by Thy greatness Thou art great!

5 O Mighty One! Thy friend, when fair of form and rich in chariots, steeds, and kine, hath ever vital power that gives him strength, and joins the company with radiant men.

6 O Mighty One, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were Thine, no, not a hundred suns could match Thee, not both the worlds, O Thunderer!

7 Though, O Mighty One, Thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south, Thou chiefly art with the faithful, brave champion urged by men to come.

8 O Mighty, whose wealth is in Thyself, what mortal will attack this man? The strong will win the spoil on the decisive day through faith in Thee, O Bountiful!

9 First, O Mighty and Radiant! hath this Maid come footless unto those with feet. Stretching her head and speaking loudly with her tongue, she hath gone downward thirty steps.

10 Come, O Mighty One, very near to us with aids of firmly-based resolve. Come, most auspicious, with Thy most auspicious help; good kinsman, with good kinsmen come!

Decade V — God the Mighty

1 Call to your aid the Eternal One who shoots and none may shoot at Him, Inciter, swift, victorious, best of guides, unconquered, the strengthener of the weak!

2 Let none, no, not Thy worshippers, delay Thee far away from us. Even from far away come Thou unto our feast, or listen if already here!

3 For the Mighty One make ready the offering; make ready your prepared food: cause Him to favour us! The giver blesses him who gives.

4 We call upon that Mighty One who, most active, ever slays the foe with boundless spirit, Lord of heroes, manliest One, help Thou and prosper us in fight!

5 Ye rich in strength, through your great power vouchsafe us blessings day and night! The offerings which we bring to you shall never fail, gifts brought by us shall never fail.

6 Whenever mortal worshipper will sing a bounteous giver's praise, let him with song inspired laud God the All-Seeing, who supports the folk who follow varied rites.

7 Drink milk to the Mighty One in the joy of the offering, O thou who art devoted! To the golden One ever close to His bay steeds, the thunder-armed, the golden One!

8 Both boons, may the Mighty One, hitherward turned, listen to this prayer of ours, and the Bountiful, with thought inclined to us, come near to accept our offering!

9 Not for an ample price dost Thou, Stone-caster, give Thyself away, not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!

10 O Mighty One, Thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is. Thou and my mother, O good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.