Book, Hymn, Verse

 1    1,    5, 9 |       Indra, whose succour never fails, accept these viands thousandfold,~
 2    1,   55, 8 |        hands treasure that never fails; the famed One in his body
 3    1,  164, 52|      days, this water mounts and fails again.~The tempest-clouds
 4    3,   26, 6 |           with wealth that never fails, they, wise Ones, come to
 5    3,   26, 9 |                9 The Spring that fails not with a hundred streamlets,
 6    4,   17, 16|     wives we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher
 7    5,   80, 4 | perfectly the path of Order, nor fails to reach, as one who knows,
 8    8,    7, 16|    Milking the spring that never fails.~
 9    9,   87, 4 |        the holy grass that never fails him.~
10   10,   18, 5 |       seasons,~As each successor fails not his foregoer, so form
11   10,  101, 5 |     fair-flowing well that never fails.~