Atharva Veda 7.74: A charm to cure pustules, sores, or scrofulous swellings (apachitas)

Black is the mother, we have heard, from whom the red-hued Pustules sprang.
With the divine ascetic's root I pierce and penetrate them all.

I pierce the foremost one of these, I perforate the middlemost, And here I cut the hindermost asunder like a lock of hair.

With spell that Tvashtar sent to us I have dispelled thy jealousy.
We mitigate and pacify the anger that thou feltest, Lord!

Lord of religious rites, by law, anointed, shine thou forth here for ever friendly-minded.
So may we all with children, Jātavedas! worship and humbly wait on thee enkindled.