“Hermes of the ready wit and the lightning smile, Wing-footed one who carries the words of the gods,
Compassionate one who guides the newly-dead to the hall of Hades and fair Persephone,
Quick-thinking one who takes interest in the world and works of mankind, whose hand we see in a run of luck and a clever scheme, I call to you.
Hermes, bearer of the herald's staff, your gifts are great.
You guard our homes with constancy and care, You grant to us a portion of your own craft and wile,
You join with us when we revel and are merry, You stand with us when we are far from home, alone.
You are ever with us, O Hermes;
He who holds in hand the good of men, I honor you.”

“Hear me, Hermes, messenger of Zeus, son of Maia;
almighty is your heart, O lord of the deceased and judge of contests;
gentle and clever, O Argeiphontes, you are a guide
whose sandals fly, and a man-loving prophet to mortals.
You are vigorous and you delight in exercise and in deceit;
interpreter of all, you are a profiteer who frees us of cares
and who holds in his hands the blameless tool of peace.
Lord of Korykos, blessed, helpful and skilled in words,
you assist in work, you are a friend of mortals in need,
and you wield the dreaded and respected weapon of speech.
Hear my prayer and grant a good end to a life
of industry, gracious talk, and mindfulness.”