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

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HYMN LXV

A charm against imprecation and threatened evils

1With retroverted fruit hast thou, O Apāmārga, sprung and
   grown.
  Hence into distance most remote drive every curse away from,
   me.
2Whatever evil we have done, whatever vile or sinful act,
  With thee, O Apāmārga, who lookest all ways, we wipe it off.
3If with the cripple we have lived, whose teeth are black and
   nails deformed,
  With thee, O Apāmārga, we wipe all that ill away from us.