HYMN XXIX. Devas.

UPHOLDERS of the Law, ye strong ฤ€dityas, remove my sin like her who bears in secret.

You, Indra, Mitra and all Devas who listen, I call to help me, I who know your goodness.

Ye, Devas, are providence and ye are power: remove ye utterly all those who hate us. As givers of good things deal with us kindly: this day be gracious to us and hereafter.

What servic. May we do you with our future, what service, Devas, with our ancient friendship? O Aditi, and Indra and Mitra, Indra and Devas, make us well and happy.

Ye, O ye Devas, are verily our kinsmen as such be kind to me who now implore you. Let not your car come slowly to our worship: of kinsmen such as you neโ€™er let us weary.

I singly have sinned many a sin against you, and ye chastised me as a sire the gambler. Far be your nets, far, Devas, be mine offences: seize me not like a bird upon her offspring.

Turn yourselves hitherward this day, ye Holy, that fearing in my heart . May approach you. Protect us, Deva; let not the wolf destroy us. Save us, ye Holy, from the pit and falling.

May I not live, O Indra, to witness my wealthy, liberal, dear friend's destitution. King. May I never lack well-ordered riches. Lou. May we speak, with heroes, in assembly.