Book, Hymn, Verse

1    1,   63, 2|      in will resistless, thou smitest foemen down and many a castle.~
2    1,  129, 4|     to us.~No enemy-whom thou smitest downsubdueth thee, no enemy,
3    1,  129, 4|     thee, no enemy, whom thou smitest down.~
4    2,   30, 5| thunder wherewith in joy thou smitest dead the foeman.~For gain
5    4,   32, 3|       Even with the weak thou smitest down him~who is stronger,
6    5,   83, 9|      and with roar, Parjanya, smitest sinners down,~This universe
7    8,   12, 1| Soma-draughts, wherewith~Thou smitest down the greedy fiend, for
8    8,   15, 3|      thou art King alone thou smitest Vrtras dead,~To gain, O
9   10,   89, 8|    The sword lops limbs, thou smitest down the sinner,~The men