Atharva Veda · 303 of 724

HYMN CXXXV

A priest’s fulmination against an enemy 1. Whate’er I eat I turn to strength, and thus I grasp the Thunder-    bolt,   Rending the shoulders of that man as Indra shattered Vritra’s    neck. 2. I drink together what I drink, even as the sea that swallows all.   Drinking the life-breath of that man, we drink that man and    swallow him. 3. Whate’er I eat I swallow up, even as the sea that swallows all.   Swallowing that man’s vital breath, we swallow him completely    up.