Book, Hymn, Verse

 1    1,  105, 8 |       Satakratu, biting cares devour me, singer of thy praise,
 2    1,  105, 8 | singer of thy praise, as rats devour the weaver's threads. Mark
 3    2,    1, 13|       rites: by thee the Gods devour the duly offered food.~
 4    8,   43, 3 |   light that glitter through,~Devour the forests with their teeth.~
 5   10,   28, 11|      of the Brahman.~They all devour the bulls set free to wander,
 6   10,   79, 1 |      shut together: much they devour, insatiately chewing.~
 7   10,   86, 14|  bullocks they prepare,~And I devour the fat thereof: they fill
 8   10,   87, 7 |  spotted carrion-eating kites devour him.~
 9   10,   94, 3 |    the meat prepared.~As they devour the branch of the Red-coloured
10   10,   95, 14|       fierce rapacious wolves devour him.~
11   10,   95, 15|    not the evil-omened wolves devour thee.~With women there can