th] upon [my] body. Thou goest forth
to thy setting in the _Sektet_ boat with [fair] winds, and thy heart is
glad; the heart of the _Matet_ boat rejoiceth. Thou stridest over the
heavens in peace, and all thy foes are cast down; the never-resting stars
sing hymns of praise unto thee, and the stars which rest, and the stars
which never fail glorify thee as thou sinkest to rest in the horizon of
Manu,(1) O thou who art beautiful at morn and at eve, O thou lord who
livest and art established, O my lord!

"Homage to thee, O thou who art Ra when thou risest, and Tem when thou
settest [in] beauty. Thou risest and shinest on the back of thy mother
[Nut], O thou who art crowned king of the gods! Nut doeth homage unto
thee, and everlasting and never-changing order(2) embraceth thee at morn
and at eve. Thou stridest over the heaven, being glad of heart, and the
Lake of Testes is content [thereat]. The Sebau Fiend hath fallen to the
ground; his arms and his hands have been hacked off, and the knife hath
severed the joints of his body. Ra hath a fair wind; the _Sektet_ boat
goeth forth and sailing along it cometh into port. The gods of the south
and of the north, of the west and of the east, praise thee, O thou divine
substance, from whom all forms of life come into being. Thou sendest forth
the word, and the earth is flooded with silence, O thou only One, who
didst dwell in heaven before ever the earth and the mountains came into
existence. O Runner, O Lord, O only One, thou maker of things which are,
thou hast fashioned the tongue of the company of the gods, thou hast
produced whatsoever cometh forth from the waters, and thou springest up
from them over the flooded land of the Lake of Horus. Let me snuff the air
which cometh forth from thy nostrils, and the north wind which cometh
forth from thy mother [Nut]. Oh, make thou to be glorious my shining form
(_khu_), O Osiris, make thou to be divine my soul (_ba_)! Thou art
worshipped [in] peace (or [in] setting), O lord of the gods, thou art
exalted by reason of thy wondrous works. Shine thou with thy rays of light
upon my body day by day, [upon me], Osiris the scribe, the teller of the
divine offerings of all the gods, the overseer of the granary of the lords
of Abtu (Abydos), the royal scribe in truth who loveth thee; Ani,
victorious in peace."

Hymn And Litany To Osiris

[From the Papyrus of Ani (British Museum No. 10,470, sheet 19).]

"Praise be unto thee, O Osiris, lo