Grimoire Encyclopædia

From Egyptian Secrets of Albertus Magnus, Joseph H. Peterson edition:

For a Putrid Mouth.

Job, Job, traveled through the land; he carried a rod in his smitten hand; then God, the Lord, in a vision did appear, and spake: Job, Job, why mournest thou, my dear? Lord, why should I not feel very sad, since wild and putrid is the tongue and the mouth of my child. + + + Three times.