Atharvaveda 19.44

Thou art an extender of life-time; all-healing art thou called; so, O ointment, do thou [make] wealfulness; make, O ye waters, weal [and] fearlessness.

What the jaundice is, the jāyā́nya, the limb-splitter, the visálpaka—all yákṣma from thy limbs let the ointment expel (nir-han) out.

The ointment, born on the earth, excellent, giving life to men—let it make [me] unperishing, of chariot-swiftness, free from offense.

O breath, rescue thou breath; O life-breath (ásu), be gracious to life-breath; O destruction, free us from the fetters of destruction.

Embryo of the river art thou, flower of the lightnings; the wind [thy] breath, the sun [thine] eye, from the sky [thy] milk.

O divine ointment, thou from the three-peaked [mountain], do thou protect me all about; the herbs do not surpass (tṛ) thee—those from abroad and those from the mountains.

The demon-slayer, disease-expeller, hath crept down over the middle here, expelling all diseases, making portents vanish from here.

Much untruth, O king Varuṇa, doth man (pū́ruṣa) say here; from that sin (áṅhas) do thou free us, O thou of thousand-fold heroism.

In that we have said O waters, O inviolable [kine], O Varuṇa, from that sin do thou free us, O thou of thousand-fold heroism.

Both Mitra and Varuṇa went forth after thee, O ointment; they, having gone far after thee, brought thee back for enjoyment (bhogá).