Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

HYMN XIX

A prayer for protection from arrows and for the punishment of enemies

1Let not the piercers find us, nor let those who wound discover
   us.
  O Indra, make the arrows fall, turned, far from us, to every
   side.
2Turned from us let the arrows fall, those shot and those that will
   be shot.
  Shafts of the Gods and shafts of men, strike and transfix mine
   enemies:
3Whoever treateth us as foes, be he our own or strange to us, a
   kinsman or a foreigner,
  May Rudra with his arrows pierce and slay these enemies of
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4The rival and non-rival, he who in his hatred curses us
  May all the deities injure him! My nearest, closest mail is
   prayer.