lendor,
towed by thy mariners who are of the unresting gods, sped by thy
mariners of the unmoving gods. Thou comest forth thou ascendest,
thou towerest in beauty, thy barge divine careers wherein thou
speedest, blest by thy mother Nut each day, heaven embraces thee,
thy foes fall as thou turnest thy face to the west of heaven.
Counted are thy bones, collected thy limbs, living thy flesh, thy
members blossom, thy soul blossoms, glorified is thy august form,
advanced thy state on the road of darkness. Thou listenest to the
call of thy attendant gods behind thy chamber; in gladness are the
mariners of thy bark, their heart delighted, Lord of heaven who
hast brought joys to the divine chiefs, the lower sky rejoices,
gods and men exult applauding Ra on his standard, blest by his
mother Nut; their heart is glad. Ra hath quelled his impious foes,
heaven rejoices, earth is in delight, gods and goddesses are in
festival to make adoration to Ra-Hor, as they see him rise in his
bark. He fells the wicked in his season, the abode is inviolate,
the diadem _mehen_ in its place, the _uroes_ hath smitten the
wicked.

O let thy mother Nut embrace thee,(564) Lord Ra, those who are
with her tell thy glories. Osiris and Nephthys have uplifted thee
at thy coming forth from the womb of thy mother Nut. O shine
Ra-Harmachis, shine in thy morning as thy noonday brightness, thy
cause upheld over thy enemies, thou makest thy cabin speed onward,
thou repellest the false one in the moment of his annihilation: he
has no rest(565) in the moment when thou breakest the strength of
the wicked enemies of Ra, to cast him into the fire of
Nehaher,(566) encircling in its hour the children of the profane.
No strength have they, Ra prevails over his insensate foes, yea,
putting them to the sword thou makest the false one cast up what
he devoured.

Arise O Ra from within thy chamber, strong is Ra, weak the foes:
lofty is Ra, down-stricken the foes: Ra living, his foes dead: Ra
full of meat and drink, his foes ahungered and athirst: Ra bright,
his foes engulfed: Ra good, his foes evil: Ra mighty, his foes
puny: Ra hath despoiled Apap.

O Ra thou givest all life(567) to the King, thou givest food for
his mouth, drink for his throat, sweet-oil for his hair. O blessed
Ra-Harmachis thou careerest by him in triump