Here Begin the Spells of Praising Which Are Made in the Realm of the Dead

I am purified with natron, I chew natron, incense .... I am pure, and pure are the recitations which come forth from my mouth. They are more pure than the fins and scales of the fish in the river, more than the image belonging to the Mansion of Natron; my recitations are pure. How happy am I! Ptah praises me, He who is South-of-his-Wall praises me, every god praises me and every goddess praises me (and they say): 'Your beauty is that of a calm pool, like a quiet water; your beauty is that of a hall of festival wherein every god is extolled; your beauty is like the column of Ptah, indeed like the shaft of Re.' May there be made for me a column for Ptah and a metal jar for Him who is South-of-his-Wall.

See, you are doubly mourned. First stanza. See you are lamented, you are glorified, you are exalted, you are a spirit, you are mighty. Rise up, for you are indeed risen! Rise up against those who would harm you, male or female, for your enemies are fallen; Ptah has felled your enemies, and you are victorious over them, you have power over them. Your words are heard, orders are carried out for you, for you are risen and vindicated in the tribunals of every god or goddess.

See, you are doubly mourned. Second stanza. Your head, O my lord, is adorned with the tress of a woman of Asia; your face is brighter than the Mansion of the Moon; your upper part is lapis-lazuli; your hair is blacker than all the doors of the Netherworld on the day of darkness, your hair is bestrewn with lapis-lazuli; the upper part of your face is as the shining of Re; your visage is covered with gold and Horus has inlaid it with lapis-lazuli; your eyebrows are the two sisterly Serpents, and Horus has inlaid them with lapis-lazuli; your nose is in the odour of the place of embalming, your nostrils are like the winds of the sky; your eys behold Bakhhu; your eyelashes are firm every day, being coloured with real lapis-lazuli; your eyelids are the bringers of peace, and teir corners are full of black eye-paint; your lips give you truth, they repeat truth to Re and make the gods content; your teeth are those of the Coiled Serpent, with which the Two Horuses play; your tongue is wise and sharp when you speak to the kites of the field; your jaw is the starry sky; your breasts are firm in their place when they traverse the western desert.

See, you are doubly mourned. Third stanza. Your neck is adorned with gold and also with fine gold; your throat is great, your windpipe is Anubis; your vertebrae are the two Cobras; your back is overlaid with gold and also with fine gold; your lungs are Nephthys; your face is Hapi and his flood; your buttocks are eggs of cornelian; your legs are strong in walking; you are seated on your throne, and the gods have given you your eyes.

See, you are doubly mourned. Fourth stanza. Your gullet is Anubis; your body is extended with gold; your breasts are eggs of cornelian which Horus has inlaid with lapis-lazuli; your arms glitter with faience; your shoulders are firm in their places; your heart is happy every day; your heart is the work of the two Mighty Ones; your thighs worship the lower stars, your belly is the peaceful sky; your navel is the Morning Star which makes judgement and promises light in darkness, and whose offerings are the "life-is-in-it" plant; it worships the Majesty of Thoth. I love its beauty in my tomb which my god decreed for me in the pure place where I desire to be.

See, you are doubly mourned. Fifth stanza. Your arms are a waterway at the fair season of inundation, a waterway which the Children of Water have covered; your knees are enclosed with gold; your breast is a thicket of the swampts; the soles of your feet are firm every day; your toes guide you on fair paths, O N; your hands are the reeds in the water-basins; your fingers are picks of gold and their nails are knives of flint in the faces of those who would harm you.

See, you are doubly mourned. Sixth stanza. You don the pure garment, you discard the thick cloth, you rise up from the bier, the foreleg is cut off for your ka, O N, the heart is for your mummy, you receive the loin-cloth of fine linen from the hands of the messenger of Re; you eat bread upon a cloth woven by Tayt herself; you eat the foreleg, you devour the haunch. Re glorifies you in his pure abode; you wash your feet in bowls of silver fashioned by the craft of Sokar, while you eat the shens-bread which was issued from the altar; the two God's-Fathers make presentation, and you eat persen-bread prepared in the cooking-vessel of the storehouse; in the fear of your heart you chew onions from your offering-stone; the nurse-baboons prepare for you the provisions and food of the Souls of Heliopolis, who themselves bear food to you; fowl and fish are promised to you to be at your feet in the portals of the Great Mansion. You raise up Orion, your hinder-parts reach to the sky; and her hands are on you. That is what Orion said, even he the son of Nut who bore the gods. The two Great Gods of the sky said the one to the other: 'Take on your shoulder him whom I have brought on my shoulder and let us help N on this happy day. May he be glorified, may he be remembered, even he who will be in the mouths of all children.' Raise yourself and listen to your praises in the mouths of all your household.

See, you are doubly mourned. Seventh stanza. May Anubis embalm you, for he has acted on behald of one whom he has favoured. May the Greatest of the Sers make presentation of his clothing when you go to bathe in the Lake of Perfection, for he is the butler of the Great God. May you make offerings in the Upper Houses, may you propitiate the Lords of Heliopolis, may you present to Re water in a vase and two large jars of milk. May your offering be raised up on the altar; may your fee be washed on a stone of ... on the slab of the God of the Lake; may you ascend and see Re on the supporting posts of the sky, on the head of Pillar-of-his-Mother, and on the shoulders of Wepwawet; may he open a path for you that you may see the horizon, the pure place where you desire to be.

See, you are doubly mourned. Eighth stanza. Offerings are divided up for you in the presence of Re. You have your front part, you have your back part, being what Horus and Thoth decreed for you. They have summoned you, and you see that whereby you become a spirit. It is caused that the god goes up to you in the neighbourhood of the Souls of Heliopolis; may you proceed on the paths, great in your dignity of one who receives the offerings of your father who was before you, being clad in fine linen every day and being guided by the god to the portals of the Great Mansion.

See, you are doubly mourned. Ninth stanza. As for N, there is air for him, air for his nose, air for his nostrils; a thousand geese and fifty baskets of everything good and pure. Your enemies have fallen and shall exist no longer, O N.