Book, Hymn, Verse

1    1,  105, 8|           rats devour the weaver's threads. Mark this my woe, ye Earth
2    1,  164, 5|        form a web, their own seven threads have woven.~
3    9,   83, 2|          the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering
4   10,   33, 3|             3 As rats eat weavers' threads, cares are consuming me,
5   10,  124, 1|        Agni, threefold, with seven threads and five divisions.~Be our
6   10,  130, 1|           sacrifice drawn out with threads on every side, stretched
7   10,  134, 5| malevolence pass away from us like threads of Darva grass.~