Subside into the lap of Earth, your mother, this Earth wide-spreading, this kind and gracious maiden who is soft as wool to the generous giver! From the womb of Nothingness may she preserve you!
Rig Veda X, 18, 10
Make a vault, O Earth; do not press down upon him! Grant him easy access. Afford him shelter. Cover him up with the skirt of your robe, just as a mother envelops a child.
Rig Veda X, 18, 11
May Earth, arched over him like a vault, lie lightly, propped by a thousand pillars. May this be a home for him dripping with fatness, a place of refuge to him forever.
Rig Veda X, 18, 12
I prop up around you the earth in a mound. May I ever myself be free from harm! May the Fathers support firmly this pillar! May Yama grant this to be your dwelling!
Rig Veda X, 18, 13
In days to come they will affix me like a feather on an arrow. I, however, restrain my speech, as the rein does a horse.
Rig Veda X, 18, 14
