Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Brought hitherward from Sindhu, from a folk of every mingled
    race,
   Fetched from afar, thou art I deem, a balm that cureth.
    jealousy.
 2As one with water quencheth fire, so calm this lover's
    jealousy,
   Like heat of fire that burneth here, or flame that rageth through
    the wood.