Chapter whereby one is not burnt with fire, but drinketh water in the Netherworld.

O Lord of Amenta! let me be borne to Thee!

I am the rudder of the Light-giver's bark, wherewith He conveyeth the ancient ones.

I am not burnt, I am not consumed.

I am Babai, the eldest son of a righteous father, who striketh the eye of every rebel in Heliopolis.

I am the heir, the primary power of motion and of rest.

I have made firm my name, and have preserved it that I may have life through it.