en Isis laid her hands on the child and recited this spell:

"O poison of Tefent, come forth, fall on the ground; go no further. O
poison of Befent, come forth, fall on the ground. I am Isis, the
goddess, the mistress of words of power. I am a weaver of spells, I know
how to utter words so that they take effect. Hearken to me, O every
reptile that biteth (or stingeth), and fall on the ground. O poison of
Mestet, go no further. O poison of Mestetef, rise not up in his body. O
poison of Petet and Thetet, enter not his body. O poison of Maatet, fall
on the ground. Ascend not into heaven, I command you by the beloved of
Ra, the egg of the goose which appeareth from the sycamore. My words
indeed rule to the uttermost limit of the night. I speak to you, O
scorpions. I am alone and in sorrow, and our names will stink throughout
the nomes.... The child shall live! The poison shall die! For Ra liveth
and the poison dieth. Horus shall be saved through his mother Isis, and
he who is stricken shall likewise be saved." Meanwhile the fire in the
house of Usert was extinguished, and heaven was content with the
utterance of Isis. Then the lady Usert was filled with sorrow because
she had shut her door in the face of Isis, and she brought to the house
of the peasant woman gifts for the goddess, whom she had apparently not
recognised. The spells of the goddess produced, of course, the desired
effect on the poison, and we may assume that the life of the child was
restored to him. The second lot of gifts made to Isis represented his
mother's gratitude.

Exactly when and how Isis made her way to a hiding place cannot be said,
but she reached it in safety, and her son Horus was born there. The
story of the death of Horus she tells in the following words: "I am
Isis. I conceived a child, Horus, and I brought him forth in a cluster
of papyrus plants (or, bulrushes). I rejoiced exceedingly, for in him I
saw one who would make answer for his father. I hid him, and I covered
him up carefully, being afraid of that foul one [Set], and then I went
to the town of Am, where the people gave thanks for me because they knew
I could cause them trouble. I passed the day in collecting food for the
child, and when I returned and took Horus into my arms, I found him,
Horus, the beautiful one of gold, the boy, the child, lifeless! He had
bedewed the ground with the water of his eye and with the foam of his
lips. His body was motionless, his heart did not beat,