Egyptian Book of the Dead

Chapter LII

Ancient Egyptian trans. P. Le Page Renouf & E. Naville • c. c. 1550 BCE

I execrate, I execrate, I do not eat it

That which I execrate is dirt. I eat it not, that I may appease my Genius

Let it not fall upon me; let me not approach it with my hands, let me not tread upon it with my sandals

Henceforth let me live upon corn in your presence, ye gods, and let there come one who bringeth to me that I may feed from those seven loaves which he hath brought for Horus and upon the loaves for Thoth

“What willst thou eat?” say the gods to him

Let me eat under the Sycamore of Hathor the Sovereign, and let my turn be given to me among those who rest there

And let me manage the fields in Tattu and prosper in Heliopolis

And let me feed upon the bread of the white corn and upon the beer of the red barley

And let the forms of my father and of my mother be granted to me; the gate-keepers of the stream

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Let room be thrown open for me, let the path be made, and let me sit in any place that I desire