Spring high, O Barley, and become much through thine own
magnificence:
Burst all the vessels; let the bolt from heaven forbear to strike
thee down.
As we invite and call to thee, Barley, a God who heareth us,
Raise thyself up like heaven on high and be exhaustless as the
sea.
Exhaustless let thine out-turns be, exhaustless be thy gathered
heaps,
Exhaustless be thy givers, and exhaustless those who eat of
thee.
