Plain text of Book 7, Hymn 56
Whether it came from viper, from black snake or snake with transverse stripes, or from the bite of a poisonous serpent, this herb has made the poison powerless.
2 Honey-born, honey-dropping, rich in honey, honey-sweet, this herb is medicine that heals the wound and kills the gnat that bites and stings.
3 Whatever bit, or sucked thy blood, we summon thence away from thee the ineffectual poison of the little sharply-stinging gnat.
4 Thou here who crookest wicked jaws, thou tortuous, jointless, limbless thing, these jaws, O God, Thou shalt bend together like a reed.
5 This scorpion here that creeps along, low on the ground and powerless, I have removed his poison and then utterly demolished him.
6 No strength in thy two arms hast thou, nor in thy head, nor in thy waist: then what is that small thing thou so viciously bearest in thy tail?
7 The emmets make a meal of thee and peahens tear and mangle thee: all ye are crying out, In sooth the scorpion's poison has no strength.
8 Thou creature who inflictest wounds both with thy mouth and with thy tail, no poison in thy mouth hast thou: what at thy tail's root will there be?