Utterance 467 — The Ascension to the Sky
R.O. Faulkner / E.A. Wallis Budge (composite, abridged) · Public domain / scholarly composite. Reproduced for educational and religious commentary.
1A stairway to the sky is set up for me, that I may ascend on it to the sky.
2I ascend upon the smoke of the great burning. I fly up as a bird; I alight as a beetle on the empty throne which is in your bark, O Ra.
3Set yourself upright, O King. Receive your head; gather together your bones; assemble your limbs; shake the earth from your flesh.
4Take your bread which does not stale, your beer which does not sour. Stand at the doors which keep out the common people. The gatekeeper comes out to you; he takes your hand. He brings you into the sky to your father Geb.
5He is glad at meeting you. He stretches out his hand to you. He kisses you. He greets you. He sets you in front of the spirits, the imperishable stars.
6The hidden ones worship you; the great ones come to you; the keepers of things have gathered before you. The plough is broken for you; the threshing-floor is heaped for you. Your bread is baked of bread that does not perish. Your beer is brewed of beer that does not sour.
7O King, you have not died. You have gone away alive that you may sit upon the throne of Osiris. Your sceptre is in your hand. You give orders to the living.
8Your mother Nut spreads herself over you in her name of Mystery. She has caused you to be a god, with no enemy, in your name of God. She protects you from every evil thing — for you are her firstborn.