Forth from his dwelling drive that man, the foeman who assails us: through the repelling offering has God the Mighty rent and mangled him.

2 O God, Slayer of the foe, drive him forth into the distance most remote, whence never more shall he return in all the years that are to come.

3 To the three distances, beyond mankind's five races, let him go; beyond the three skies let him go, whence he shall never come again, in all the years that are to be, long as the sun is in the heaven.