Hail to you, Osiris Wennefer, the vindicated, the son of Nut! You are the first-born son of Geb, the Great One who came forth from Nut; King in the Thinite nome; Foremost of the Westerners; Lord of Abydos; Lord of Power, greatly majestic; Lord of the Atef-crown in Heracleopolis; Lord of Might in the Thinite nome; owner of a tomb; greatly powerful in Busiris; Lord of offerings and multiple of festivals in Mendes. Horus exalts his father Osiris in every place which Isis the goddess and her sister Nephthys protect; Thoth speaks with his great incantations which are in his body and which issue from his mouth; and Horus’s heart is made more glad than those of all the gods. Raise yourself up, Horus son of Isis, so that you may protect your father Osiris.

Shout with joy, Osiris, for I have come to you; I am Horus, I have saved you alive today, and there are invocation-offerings of bread and beer, oxen and fowl and all good things for Osiris. Raise yourself up, Osiris; I will smite your enemies for you, for I have saved you from them. I am Horus in this happy day as one who appears happily in glory with your power.

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