Book 2: Hymn 7: A counter-charm against imprecation and malignity

1Hated 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. 2All curses of a rival, each curse of a female relative, Curse uttered by an augry priest, all these we tread beneath our feet. 3Spread on the surface of the earth, downward from heaven thy root depends: p. a40 With this that hath a thousand joints keep thou us safe on every side. 4Guard on all sides this woman, guard my children, us, and all our wealth! Let not malignity o'ercome, nor adversaries conquer us. 5Upon 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.