Rig Veda 7.89

mo ṣu varuṇa mṛnmayaṃ gṛhaṃ rājann ahaṃ gamam mṛﾱā sukṣatra mṛﾱaya

Let me not yet, King Varuna, enter into the house of clay: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

yad emi prasphurann iva dṛtir na dhmāto adrivaḥ mṛﾱā sukṣatra mṛﾱaya

When, Thunderer! I move along tremulous like a wind-blown skin, Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

kratvaḥ samaha dīnatā pratīpaṃ jagamā śuce mṛﾱā sukṣatra mṛﾱaya

O Bright and Powerful God, through want of strength I erred and went astray Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

apām madhye tasthivāṃsaṃ tṛṣṇāvidaj jaritāram mṛﾱā sukṣatra mṛﾱaya

Thirst found thy worshipper though he stood in the midst of water-fjords: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

yat kiṃ cedaṃ varuṇa daivye jane 'bhidroham manuṣyāś carāmasi acittī yat tava dharmā yuyopima mā nas tasmād enaso deva rīriṣaḥ

O Varuna, whatever the offence may be which we as men commit against the heavenly host, When through our want of thought we violate thy laws, punish us not, O God, for that iniquity.