Atharva Veda 6.83: A charm against sores and pustules (apachitas)

Hence, Sores and Pustules, fly away even as the eagle from his home.
Let Sūrya bring a remedy, the Moon shine forth and banish you.

One bright with variegated tints, one white, one black, a couple red:— The'names of all have I declared. Begone, and injure not our men.

Hence, childless, shall the Pustule flee, grand-daughter of the dusky one.
The Boil shall fly away from us, the morbid growth shall vanish hence.
Taste, happy in thy mind, thine own oblation, as I with Svāhā with my heart present it.