Atharva Veda 7.81: A hymn to the New Moon

Forward and backward by their wondrous power move these two youths, disporting, round the ocean.
One views all living things, and thou, the other, art born again arranging times and seasons.

Thou art re-born for ever new: thou marchest, ensign of days, in forefront of the mornings.
Marching thou dealest to the Gods their portion. Thou lengthe-nest, Moon! the days of man's existence.

O spray of Soma, Lord of Wars! all-perfect verily art thou.
Make me all-perfect, Beauteous One! in riches and in progeny.

Thou art the New Moon, fair to see, thou art complete in every part.
May I be perfect, fully blest in every way in steeds and kine, in children, cattle, home, and wealth.

Inflate thee with his vital breath who hathes us and whom we detest.
May we grow rich in steeds and kine, in children, cattle, houses, wealth.

With that unwasting stalk which Gods, unwasting Gods, in-crease and eat, May Varuna, Brihaspati, and Indra, the Lords and Guardians of the world, increase us.