1 Begone, ye rebellious scorners of God!

The place is his who gave of God's provision.

2 Let the Light-giver approve a spot upon the earth for thy remains:

And let the bulls be yoked for it.

3 Let the wind purify. Let the Light-giver purify. With the glitter of fire.

With the lustre of the Light-giver. Let the bulls be unyoked.

4 The Holy Fig Tree is your home, your mansion is the Parna Tree:

Winners of cattle shall ye be if ye regain for me this man.

5 Let the Light-giver lay down thy bones committed to the Mother's lap.

Be pleasant to this man, O Earth.

6 Here, in the presence of God the Creator, near water, man, I lay thee down:

May His light drive mishap from us.

7 Go hence, O Death, pursue thy special pathway apart from that which the righteous are wont to travel.

To thee I say it who hast eyes and hearest: Touch not our offspring, injure not our heroes.

8 Pleasant to thee be wind and sun, and pleasant be the bricks to thee.

Pleasant to thee be the terrestrial fires: let them not scorch thee in their flames.

9 Prosper for thee the regions and the waters, and let the seas for thee be most propitious.

Auspicious unto thee be the air. Prosper all quarters well for thee!

10 On flows the stony flood: hold fast each other, keep yourselves up, my friends, and pass the river.

Here let us leave the powers that brought no profit, and cross the flood to what is auspicious.

11 Drive away evil, drive away fault, sorcery, and guiltiness.

Do thou, O cleansing plant, drive the evil dream away from us.

12 To us let waters and the plants be friendly, to him who hates us, whom we hate, unfriendly.

13 For our prosperity we touch the ox, the son of the cow of plenty.

Be bearer and deliverer to us as the Mighty One to the righteous.

14 Looking upon the loftiest light, as in Book 20, verse 21.

15 Here I erect this rampart for the living: let none of these, none other, reach this limit.

May they survive a hundred lengthened autumns, and may they bury death beneath this mountain.

16 O Light, Thou pourest life, as in Book 19, verse 38.

17 Waxing with worship live long, O Light, with butter on thy face and homed in fatness.

When thou hast drunk the cows' fair savoury butter, guard, as a father guards his son, these people.

18 These men have led about the ox, have duly carried the fire round,

And raised their glory to the righteous. Who will attack them with success?

19 I drive the corpse-consuming fire to a distance: sin-laden let it go to the kingdom of Death.

Here let this other, knowing all, carry the offering to the Most High.

20 Carry the fat to the forefathers, where, far away, thou knowest them established.

Let rivulets of marrow now flow to meet them, and let their truthful wishes be accomplished.

21 Pleasant be thou to us, O Earth, without a thorn, our resting-place.

Vouchsafe us shelter reaching far. May Thy light drive mishap from us.

22 Born art thou, O fire, from this man: let him again be raised up by God.

For the world of the Garden, the man I name.