They made this barley ready with a team of eight, a team of six. With this I drive to westward, far away, thy bodily disease.

2 The wind breathes downward from above, and downward the sun sends his heat; downward is drawn the milch-cow's milk: so downward go thy malady!

3 The waters verily bring health, the waters drive disease away. The waters cure all malady: may they bring medicine for thee.