Chapter whereby one eateth bread, drinketh beer, and sitteth in the midst of the great ones.

I fly like the hawk, I cackle like the Smen-goose, I alight on the right side of the Aat, on the feast of the Great One.

I execrate, I execrate: I eat it not. Dirt is what I execrate: I eat it not. That which my Genius execrateth let it not enter into me.

Let me therefore live upon that which is put before them; the angels and the glorified ones. Let me live and enjoy the bread and.... Let me then eat them in the presence of the angels and glorified ones. Let me enjoy and eat them under the foliage of the date trees. Let the offerings be made, of bread and beer in Tattu, and bendings of the head in Annu. Let my vesture be girt upon me. Let me sit wherever it pleaseth me.

My head is that of the sun's disk and I am summed up as the Creator's servant: four times the arm's length; four times the width of the world.

I have come forth with the tongue of the Creator and the throat of the loving one that I may record the words of my father with my mouth, whose proclamation of lips inspireth fear.

I repeat the acclamations at my success on being declared the heir of the Lord of Earth, from whom I issue.

I am purified, and the dwellers in Annu bow their heads to me. I am their master. More powerful am I than the lord of time; I am the author and the master of endless years.