Śatapatha Brāhmaṇa ("of a hundred paths") 1.2.4.19

1.2.4.19

atha tṛtīyam praharati | drapsaste dyām mā skannityayaṃ vāasyai drapso yamasyā imaṃ rasa prajā upajīvantyeṣa te divam mā paptadityevaitadāha vrajaṃ gaca go ... maugiti

He then throws (the wooden sword) a third time, with the text (Vâg. S. I, 26): 'Let thy drop not spring up to the sky!' Her (the earth's) drop no doubt is that moisture of hers upon which the creatures subsist. 'Let this thine (moisture) not fly away to the sky!' he thereby says.--He adds (whilst again repeating the several acts): 'Go to the fold, the abode of the cows! May the sky rain on thee! Tie him down, O divine Savitri, to the furthest end of the earth, with a hundred fetters, him who hates us and whom we hate, do not release him from there!'