I have made an image of my sorcerer and sorceress;
I have humbled myself before you and bring to you my cause,
Because of the evil they have done,
Of the impure things which they have handled.
May she die! Let me live!
May her charm, her witchcraft, her sorcery be broken.
May the plucked sprig of the binu tree purify me;
May it release me; may the evil odor of my mouth be scattered to the winds.
May the mashtakal herb which fills the earth cleanse me.
Before you let me shine like the kankal herb,