Hear now the incantation against poison! Hear the charm that boundeth the venomous creatures! The serpent hath no power. The scorpion hath no power. All venom is made impotent by this word.

The poison is powerless! The poison is powerless! Let this truth penetrate all realms — the earth beneath, the sky above, and all the spaces between. There is no toxin that can harm us. There is no creature whose bite can pierce our flesh. For we are protected by the ancient word, the word that was spoken in the beginning, the word that holdeth all things in their proper place.

O serpent, venom-bearer! Thy fangs shall turn to dust. Thy poison shall become harmless water. Thy malice shall recoil upon thine own head. Thou shalt strike, but thy strike shall bring thee no satisfaction. Thou shalt bite, but thy bite shall wound only thyself. The ancient law binds thee, serpent! Thou canst not transgress it. Thou canst not escape.

And to thee, O scorpion, creature of the darkness! Thy stinger shall become brittle as chaff. Thy venom shall dry up in thy glands. Thou shalt have no power in this place. Thou shalt have no dominion over us. Begone! Return to thy holes and thy hidden places. Bother us no more.

This is the final hymn of the Book. This is the closing charm. With this word, we seal the sacred circle. With this prayer, we declare ourselves protected. Let all who hear understand — the poison is powerless. The venomous are bound. The righteous are safe. The gods themselves have spoken it, and what the gods have spoken cannot be unmade. So it is. So it shall be. So it shall always remain!