Chapter whereby one assumeth the form of the Bennu bird.

Let me wheel round in whirls, let me turn like the turning one, let me flourish like a flower and keep myself hidden like the hider.

I am the barley corn of every creature.

I am the four yesterdays of those seven who are born in Amenta; the avenger who giveth light by means of his own body; he who is against the storm when the Wise is between them, as in that dispute of the prince of Sechem with the spirits of Annu where the river is between them.

I come forth by day and disclose myself at the head of the angels.

I am he who chaseth all boastfulness.