Homeric Hymn 12. To Hera
I sing of golden-throned Hera whom Rheia bare.
Queen of the Immortals is she,
surpassing all in beauty:
she is the sister and wife of loud-thundering Zeus,
–the glorious one whom all the blessed throughout high Olympos
reverence and honour even as Zeus who delights in thunder.
Orphic Hymn 16. To Hera
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
You are ensconced in darksome hollows,
and airy is your form, O Hera,
Queen of all and blessed consort of Zeus.
You send soft breezes to mortals such as nourish the soul,
And, O mother of rains, you nurture the winds and give birth to all.
Without you there is neither life nor growth;
And, mixed as you are in the air we venerate, you partake of all,
And of all you are queen and mistress.
You toss and turn with the rushing wind.
May you, O blessed goddess and many-named queen of all,
Come with kindness and joy on your lovely face.