Chapter whereby one liveth by the breath of air in the Netherworld, and keepeth back Merta.

I am strong as a lion; the heir of the Light-giver, the Creator, in Chemmis, the master in their halls.

Those who are in their cells accompany me as guides. I have made my way and gone round the heavenly Ocean on the path of the Bark of the Light-giver, and standing on the girders of the Bark.

I utter His words to the men of the present generation and I repeat His words to him who is deprived of breath.

I spy out for my Lord at sunset, compressing my mouth, and feeding upon life.

I live in Tattu, and I repeat my life after death like the sun daily.