He poured the jars, he mixed the sevenfold strength in the draught, the vital breath; again he generated speech and left behind teaching.

Desiring (to give the worshipper) food he has been let loose into the pitchers like a charger in battle; being filtered, raising a cry he flows (into the vessels).

Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war, And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.