The chapter of arranging the funereal bed.

Thy limbs have been given thee, thou takest hold of thy bones, I have set for thee thy limbs; the earth is bent upon protecting thy flesh. When thou art raised, thou marchest towards the horizon, to the place where thou likest to be; and when thou art there, there are hailings and cries of welcome, with all good things which appear on the altar.

Hail, N., arise on thy bed, and come forth. Thou art raised by God at the horizon.

Hail, N., thou art raised by God, who grants thee to endure for ever.

Hail, N., blessed be thy coming in peace to thy house of eternity and to thy everlasting monument.

Salutations to thee in the dwelling which thy soul loves.

Mighty is thy soul, thou hast been raised from thy resting couch.

Thy splendour is greater than that of those who were before, thy spirit is mightier.

The righteous say to thee: Come, come forth, see what belongs to thee in thy house of eternity.

I have come out of the womb; I have been an infant like my father; there are no perverse actions of mine in the various events of my lot.