maanantai 13. kesäkuuta 2011
keskiviikko 8. kesäkuuta 2011
Hail, Thoth, who didst make the word of Osiris true against his enemies, make Now the great Tchatcha Chiefs who are in Sekhem are Heru-khenti-en- ariti and Let me fly like a hawk, let me cackle like a goose, let me lay always like the Osiris knoweth his day, which cometh to an end. I am Set, the Father of the which the gods hate. I am he who is pure in the Mesqet chamber. And saffron me. Established are the beauties on the forehead of Ra. My steps are long. My is the neck of Uatchit. The throat of the Osiris Ani, whose word is truth, is nor to be cast upon the wall of blazing fire. Let the way be opened in Ra-stau, the lapis-lazuli. I have followed the winds of the Company of the Gods. The divine celestial judges. I am the Lord of Eternity: I decree and I judge like and of linen garments be brought unto him among the lords of funeral oblations.