May rice and barley bring to you good fortune! Never may they produce in you sickness or wasting! Let them, rather, serve to release you from anguish!
Atharva Veda VIII, 2, 18
Whatever you eat or drink, the grain of the field or milk, food of all kinds, edible, inedible– all these I make for you devoid of poison.
Atharva Veda VIII, 2, 19
We now entrust you to both, the Day and the Night. Protect him from the clutches of the demon who seeks to devour men.
Atharva Veda VIII, 2, 20
We grant you a hundred, ten thousand years, two, three, or four generations. May Indra and Agni and all the Gods grant you this boon without anger!
Atharva Veda VIII, 2, 21
If, my dear, someone were to strike at the root of this large tree here, it would bleed but live. If he were to strike at the middle, it would bleed but live. If he were to strike at the top, it would bleed but live. Pervaded by the living self, that tree stands firm, drinking in again and again its nourishment and rejoicing.
Sama Veda, Chandogya Upanishad VI, XI – The Indestructibility of the Jiva, 1
