Rig Veda 1.41

yaṃ rakṣanti pracetaso varuṇo mitro aryamā nū cit sa dabhyate janaḥ

Ne'er is he injured whom the Gods Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, The excellently wise, protect.

yam bāhuteva piprati pānti martyaṃ riṣaḥ ariṣṭaḥ sarva edhate

He prospers ever, free from scathe, whom they, as with full hands, enrich, Whom they preserve from every foe.

vi durgā vi dviṣaḥ puro ghnanti rājāna eṣām nayanti duritā tiraḥ

The Kings drive far away from him his troubles and his enemies, And lead him safely o'er distress.

sugaḥ panthā anṛkṣara ādityāsa ṛtaṃ yate nātrāvakhādo asti vaḥ

Thornless, Adityas, is the path, easy for him who seeks the Law: With him is naught to anger you.

yaṃ yajñaṃ nayathā nara ādityā ṛjunā pathā pra vaḥ sa dhītaye naśat

What sacrifice, Adityas, ye Heroes guide by the path direct,— May that come nigh unto your thought.

sa ratnam martyo vasu viśvaṃ tokam uta tmanā acchā gacchaty astṛtaḥ

That mortal, ever unsubdued, gains wealth and every precious thing, And children also of his own.

kathā rādhāma sakhāya stomam mitrasyāryamṇaḥ mahi psaro varuṇasya

How, my friends, shall we prepare Aryaman's and Mitra's laud, Glorious food of Varuna?

mā vo ghnantam mā śapantam prati voce devayantam sumnair id va ā vivāse

I point not out to you a man who strikes the pious, or reviles: Only with hymns I call you nigh.

caturaś cid dadamānād bibhīyād ā nidhātoḥ na duruktāya spṛhayet

Let him not love to speak ill words: but fear the One who holds all four Within his hand, until they fall.