Atharva Veda 1.19: A prayer for protection from arrows and for the punishment of enemies

Let not the piercers find us, nor let those who wound discover us.
O Indra, make the arrows fall, turned, far from us, to every side.

Turned from us let the arrows fall, those shot and those that will be shot.
Shafts of the Gods and shafts of men, strike and transfix mine enemies:

Whoever treateth us as foes, be he our own or strange to us, a kinsman or a foreigner, May Rudra with his arrows pierce and slay these enemies of mine.

The rival and non-rival, he who in his hatred curses us May all the deities injure him! My nearest, closest mail is prayer.