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That our sores may be anointed,
And our wounds be all salved over.
“Yet to me no power is given,
Save by my Creator granted.330
Grant us now thy grace, Creator,
Grant us, Jumala, thy mercy.
With my eyes have I been seeing,
And my hands have been uplifting,
With my mouth have I been speaking,
With my breath have I been sighing.
“Where my hands avail to reach not,
Let the hands of God be resting;
Where I cannot reach my fingers.
There let God extend his fingers;340
Far more skilful are his fingers,
The Creator’s hands more active.
“O Creator, work thy magic,
Speak, O Jumala, unto us,
Deign to gaze on us, Almighty!
Let those who at night are healthy,
Likewise in the day be healthy,
Let no suffering fall upon them,
And no sickness come among them,
Nor their hearts be filled with anguish,350
That they feel no slightest evil,
Feel no more the slightest suffering,
In the course of all their lifetime,
While the golden moon is shining.”
Väinämöinen, old and steadfast,
He the great primeval sorcerer,
Thus at length dispelled the evils,
Raised their burdens from his people,
Drove away the plagues of magic,
Healed the magical diseases,360
And from death he saved his people,
Thus saved Kaleva’s descendants.