rd of eternity, Unnefer, Heru-khuti
(Harmachis), whose forms are manifold, and whose attributes are majestic,
Ptah-Seker-Tem in Annu (Heliopolis), the lord of the hidden place, and the
creator of Het-ka-Ptah (Memphis) and of the gods [therein], the guide of
the underworld, whom [the gods] glorify when thou settest in Nut. Isis
embraceth thee in peace, and she driveth away the fiends from the mouth of
thy paths. Thou turnest thy face upon Amentet, and thou makest the earth
to shine as with refined copper. Those who have lain down (_i.e._, the
dead) rise up to see thee, they breathe the air and they look upon thy
face when the Disk riseth on its horizon; their hearts are at peace
inasmuch as they behold thee, O thou who art Eternity and
Everlastingness!"

Litany

"Homage to thee, [O lord of] starry deities in Annu, and of heavenly
beings in Kher-aba; thou god Unti, who art more glorious than the gods who
are hidden in Annu; oh grant(3) thou unto me a path whereon I may pass in
peace, for I am just and true; I have not spoken lies wittingly, nor have
I done aught with deceit."

"Homage to thee, O An in Antes, (?) Heru-khuti (Harmachis), with long
strides thou stridest over heaven, O Heru-khuti. Oh, grant thou unto me a
path whereon I may pass in peace, for I am just and true; I have not
spoken lies wittingly, nor have I done aught with deceit."

"Homage to thee, O Soul of everlastingness, thou Soul who dwellest in
Tattu, Unnefer, son of Nut; thou art lord of Akert. Oh, grant thou unto me
a path wherein I may pass in peace, for I am just and true; I have not
spoken lies wittingly, nor have I done aught with deceit."

"Homage to thee in thy dominion over Tattu; the _Ureret_ crown is
established upon thy head; thou art the One who maketh the strength which
protecteth himself, and thou dwellest in peace in Tattu. Oh, grant thou
unto me a path whereon I may pass in peace, for I am just and true; I have
not spoken lies wittingly, nor have I done aught with deceit."

"Homage to thee, O lord of the Acacia tree, the _Seker_ boat is set upon
its sledge; thou turnest back the Fiend, the worker of evil, and thou
causest the _Utchat_ to rest upon its seat. Oh, grant thou unto me a path
whereon I may pass in peace, for I am just and true; I have not spoken
lies wittingly, nor have I done aught with deceit."

"Homage to thee, O thou who art mighty in thine hour, thou great and
mighty Prince, dweller in An-rut-f,(4) lord of