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song,
Him who is better than thy friends.
5. Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place,
Ye who serve Indra and none else;
6. Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us
blest,
Still may we dwell in Indra's care.
7. Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of
sacrifice.
That to the Friend gives wings and joy.
8. Thou, Satakratu, drankest this and wast the Vritras' slayer;
thou.
Helpest the warrior in the fray.
9. We strengthen, Satakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerfull in fight,
That, Indra, we may win us wealth.
10. To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt Friend of him who
pours the juice,
Yea, to this Indra sing your song.
41. O come ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth your
song,
Companions, bringing hymns of praise.
12. To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent,
Indra, with Soma juice outpoured.