Rig Veda 10.133

pro ṣv asmai puroratham indrāya śūṣam arcata abhīke cid u lokakṛt saṃge samatsu vṛtrahāsmākam bodhi coditā nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Sing strength to Indra that shall set his chariot in the foremost place. 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.

tvaṃ sindhūṁ avāsṛjo 'dharāco ahann ahim aśatrur indra jajñiṣe viśvam puṣyasi vāryaṃ taṃ tvā pari ṣvajāmahe nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

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.

vi ṣu viśvā arātayo 'ryo naśanta no dhiyaḥ astāsi śatrave vadhaṃ yo na indra jighāṃsati yā te rātir dadir vasu nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

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.

yo na indrābhito jano vṛkāyur ādideśati adhaspadaṃ tam īṃ kṛdhi vibādho asi sāsahir nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

The robber people round about, Indra, who watch and aim at us,- Trample them down beneath thy foot; a conquering scatterer art thou.

yo na indrābhidāsati sanābhir yaś ca niṣṭyaḥ ava tasya balaṃ tira mahīva dyaur adha tmanā nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Whoso assails us, Indra, be the man a stranger or akin, Bring down, thyself, his strength although it be as vast as are the heavens.

vayam indra tvāyavaḥ sakhitvam ā rabhāmahe ṛtasya naḥ pathā nayāti viśvāni duritā nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Close to thy friendship do we cling, O Indra, and depend, or, thee. Lead us beyond all pain and grief along the path of holy Law.

asmabhyaṃ su tvam indra tāṃ śikṣa yā dohate prati varaṃ jaritre acchidrodhnī pīpayad yathā naḥ sahasradhārā payasā mahī gauḥ

Do thou bestow upon us her, O Indra, who yields according to the singer's longing, That the great Cow may, with exhaustless udder, pouring a thousand streams, give milk to feed us.