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O Indra, O Soma, plunge into the abyss the wicked, into bottomless darkness hurl them, that none of them ever comes back! May your fierce might prevail and conquer them. Fling your deadly thunderbolt on the evil-doers from the heaven and from the earth, ye Indra and Soma. Forge out your fatal dart out of the mountain and therewith burn down to ashes the growing to ashes the growing race of the fiends. Cast ye Twain your fierce darts of stone burning with flames from the heaven, the scorching darts, never perishing. Plunge ye the wicked in the bottomless depths and let them sink without sound. Listen ye both to our prayers, and strike swiftly the wicked never prosper, whoever harms us with malign power! Whoever accuses me falsely, a man who pursues his righteous path, may he, the speaker of falsehood, be, O Indra, like water which the hollowed hand compresses. The wicked who harm, as their habit, the pure, and with their evil deeds injure the righteous, may Soma send them to the serpent or consign them to the lap of Death. The demon, desirous to harm our nourishing food, kine horses or our bodies, may he, the foeman, thief and robber sink to bottomless destruction with his progeny! May he be destroyed, himself and his children. Let him be consigned beneath the three earths. May his fair fame who day and night seeks to harm us, O ye Gods, be for ever blighted! The wise find it easy to discriminate between true and false for these oppose each other. O these twain which is true, the God soma preserves, and brings the false t nothingness. Some never helps or guides him who is wicked or false to nothingness. Some never helps or guides him who is wicked or falsely proclaims himself a hero. He destroys the wicked and him who speaks untruth. Indra entangle these in his noose.

Slay Indra, the male demon! Slay the witch who joying triumphs in her magic. Let the idolaters fall with broken necks. May they not see any more the rising of the Sun. O Indra, O Soma, watch ye well, look here, look around. Hurl your weapons at the wicked, against the witch fling your thunderbolt!

 
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