CHAPTER LXXII.
Chapter whereby one cometh forth by day and passeth through the Ammchit.([1])
Hail to you, ye Lords of Rule,([2]) devoid of Wrong, who are living for ever, and whose secular period is Eternity.([3]) I make my way towards you. Let me be glorified through my attributes; let me prevail through my Words of Power, and let me be rated according to my merit.
Deliver me from the Crocodile([4]) of this Land of Rule.
Let me have a mouth wherewith I may speak, and let my oblations be placed before you; because I know you, and I know your names: and I know the name of that great god to whose nostrils ye present delicacies: Tekmu is his name. And whether he maketh his way from the Eastern Horizon of Heaven, or alighteth at the Western Horizon of Heaven, let his departure be my departure, and his progress be my progress.
Let me not be stopped at the Meskat; let not the Sebau have mastery over me; let me not be repulsed at your gates, let not your doors be closed against me; for I have bread([5]) in Pu and beer in Tepu. And let me join my two hands together(6)[(6)] in the divine dwelling which my father Tmu hath given me, who hath established for me an abode above the earth wherein is wheat and barley of untold quantity, which the son of my own body offereth to me there as oblations upon my festivals.
Grant me the funereal gifts, beef, fowl, bindings, incense, oil, and all things good and pure upon which a deity subsists, regularly and eternally, in all the forms I please.
Let me come down or go up to Sechit-aarru and arrive in Sechit-hotep.