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HYMN XCV

HYMN XCV 1. From the three jars the Great and Strong hath drunk drink blent    with meal. With Vishnu hath he quaffed the flowing Soma    juice, all that he would.   That hath so heightened him the Great, the Vast, to do his    mighty work.   So may the God attend the God, true Indu Indra who is true. 2. Sing strength to Indra that shall set his chariot in the foremost    place. p. 343   Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of war, be    thou our great encourager. Let the weak bowstrings break    upon the bows of feeble enemies. 3. Thou didst destroy the Dragon: thou sentest the rivers down to    earth.   Foeless, O Indra, wast thou born. Thou tendest well each    choicest thing. Therefore we draw us close to thee. Let the    weak bowstrings break upon the bows of feeble enemies. 4. Destroyed be all malignities and all our enemy’s designs.   Thy bolt thou castest at the foe, O Indra, who would smite us    dead: thy liberal bounty gives us wealth. Let the weak bow-    strings break upon the bows of feeble enemies.