Atharva Veda 2.7: A counter-charm against imprecation and malignity

Hated 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.

All curses of a rival, each curse of a female relative, Curse uttered by an augry priest, all these we tread beneath our feet.

Spread on the surface of the earth, downward from heaven thy root depends: With this that hath a thousand joints keep thou us safe on every side.

Guard on all sides this woman, guard my children, us, and all our wealth!
Let not malignity o'ercome, nor adversaries conquer us.

Upon 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.