A counter-charm against imprecation and malignity

Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

HYMN VII

A counter-charm against imprecation and malignity

1Hated by sinners, sprung from Gods, this Plant that turns the
   curse away
  Hath washed from me all curses, as water makes clean from
   spot and stain.
2All curses of a rival, each curse of a female relative, Curse
   uttered by an augry priest, all these we tread beneath our feet.
3Spread on the surface of the earth, downward from heaven thy
   root depends: p. a40
  With this that hath a thousand joints keep thou us safe on every
   side.
4Guard on all sides this woman, guard my children, us, and all
   our wealth!
  Let not malignity o'ercome, nor adversaries conquer us.
5Upon the curser fall his curse! Dwell we with him whose heart
   is true!
  We split the cruel villain's ribs whose evil eye bewitches us.