In the name of Dionysos of Tel Šor, the Deliverer,
I rebuke you, and command that you depart, shatterer
of hearts, beguiler of minds, corrupter of souls, defiler
of bodies, O beast of Masṭēmā, who is both one and many;
you tremble at the terrible name of the Furious One,
for you remember that time when you met him on the road,
midway between Beit She’an and Tarichaia. At his approach
you made the netmaker you were possessing shriek, and spit,
and maim her own flesh, until the son of Zeus gently placed
his hand upon the woman’s head and ordered you out.
His touch was like fire from Heaven and tormented you
more than when your master, the King of the dead Giants,
stitched you together in grotesque mockery of the beautiful
things that Yahō Sabaōth made atop Mount Sinai
and loosed to fill the world. Unable to bear it,
you exited her body as a dog vomits up its foulness,
and presented your misshapen form to the Masked God.
Your hindquarters are those of a scorpion,
while your torso is that of a man with the heads of seven monsters.
There is Zemzem the lion, who induces fear and despondency;
Abalō the bull, who brings death and mourning;
Zaōth the serpent, cause of countless infirmities;
Yaōth the eagle, potentate of the proud;
Ōnothaios the donkey, who gives forth false prophecies;
Oraios the dog, spirit of bondage and addiction;
and Elōgaios the boar, who revels in harlotry and every kind of filth.
Freed of the the netmaker you were exposed to the fullness of his wrath,
for you choose as your victims the feeble-minded, the insane, the drunkard,
the prostitute, the poor, the lonely, the grieving, the outcast and anyone else
you think weak and easily broken down —
but all these are under the protection of Dionysos and his Furious Host,
and he reminded you of what that means on that day,
as he has numerous times since.
So flee far from this person and this place,
and don’t you dare consider coming back, or I will invoke
the myriads that surround his throne in Nysa,
and only when they are through with you
will I call upon Dionysos, your tormentor.
Against the Seven Devils
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Io Dionysos!
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