N. Breatheth the air for his nose and for his nostrils, he receiveth a thousand geese and sixty baskets of all things good and pure; thy enemies have been struck down; they are no more.
Notes.
This Chapter is taken from papyrus London 9900 Aa. It has no vignette, the translation here given is that which I published in 1873 (Zeitschrift, 1873, pp. 25 and 81), with a few changes.
[1.] Lacunæ.
[2.] Perhaps the
which M. Loret has identified as being the celery (Recueil, Vol. XVI, p. 4).
[3.] Here begins a hymn, the first words of which are
