Atharva Veda 19.44: A curative and protective charm

Thou art the lengthening of life, thy name is Universal Cure: Then, Ointment! send felicity; Waters, send happiness and peace.

The yellow hue, the feverish heat, the shooting pain that rends II the limbs, All the consumptive malady let the Ointment drive from out thy frame.

Let the Salve born upon the earth, benignant, giving life to man.
Make the swift rider on the car sinless, exempt from sudden death.

Preserve our breath, O Vital Breath, have mercy on our life, O Life.
From snares of Nirriti do thou, O Nirriti, deliver us.

Thou art the babe of Sindhu, thou art lightnings' flower, wind, breath, and Sun: thou art the eye and milk of heaven.

Gods' Ointment from the Three Peaked Hill, preserve thou me on every side.
No plants of earth surpass thee, none from mountain or from cultured ground.

Now hath it gently crept within, fiend-slaying, chasing malady.
And driving all diseases hence, and evil omens, banished them.

Full many a falsehood, O thou King Varuna, man hath uttered here: Do thou who hast a thousand powers preserve us from that misery.

If we have cried, O Waters! Cows! if we have cried, O Varuna!
For this endowed with thousand powers! deliver us from misery.

Mitra and Varuna, O Salve have closely followed after thee May they, when they have followed thee afar, restore thee for our use.