Chapter whereby one propitiateth the Ka.

Hail to thee, my Ka, my coeval.

May I come to thee and be glorified and made manifest and ensouled, let me have strength and soundness.

Let me bring to thee grains of incense wherewith I may purify myself and may also purify thine own overflow.

The wrong assertions that I have uttered, and the wrong resistance which I have offered: let them not be imputed to me.

For I am the green gem, fresh at the throat of the Light-giver, given by those who are at the Horizon: their freshness is my freshness [said twice], the freshness of my Ka is like theirs, and the dainties of my Ka are like theirs.

Thou who liftest the hand at the Balance, and raisest Law to the nose of the Light-giver in this day [of my Ka]: do not thou put my head away from me. For I am the eye which seeth and the ear which heareth; and am I not the bull of the sacrificial herd, are not the mortuary gifts upon me and the supernal powers [otherwise said: the powers above heaven].

Grant that I may pass by thee, and may purify myself and cause the triumph of the righteous over his adversaries.