Book, Hymn, Verse

1    1,  153, 1 |      with us, ye Twain whose backs are sprinkled with oil,
2    1,  181, 2 |  Rapid as thought, with fair backs, full of vigour, resplendent
3    4,    2, 11|    like straight and crooked backs of horses.~Lead us, O God,
4    6,   75, 13|    lays his blows upon their backs, he deals his blows upon
5    7,   59, 7 | secret the Swans with purple backs have flown down hither.~
6    8,    1, 25|      Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that
7    8,    6, 42|    Bay Steeds with beauteous backs, a hundred, bring thee to
8    9,  107, 7 |    Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,~Goes, even as
9   10,   89, 3 |      Who marks, as they were backs, all living creatures: ne'