Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith,  p. a242 1The shaft that Rudra hath shot forth against thy members and thy heart, Here do we draw from thee to-day, and turn it hence to every side. 2From all the hundred vessels spread throughout the members of thy frame. From all those vessels and canals we call the poisonous matter forth. 3Worship to thee, the archer, and O Rudra, to thy levelled shaft! Yea, worship to thine arrow when it left the bow, and when it fell!