I have become the sole beloved child of a noble lineage, both eldest and youngest before You, O Lord. Therefore nothing of neglect can come my way; sweet words and gifts are all I receive. Nothing has been withheld or separated; I have been steadied by the original root. I have been adorned with Your own ornaments and every form of decoration. This immeasurable treasury cannot be exhausted; there is no end or limit to its wealth. Says Tuka, I sing of my love, and so I display the abundance that has been given.