Egyptian religious poetry

102 EGYPTIAN RELIGIOUS POETRY

To the Judgment Seat I go.

My enemies stand amazed and dumb,

They dare not speak when they see me come As the God who slew his foe.

To the height of Heaven I fly. I seat myself upon God’s own throne, And the power of God is mine alone, For a Hawk of Gold am I.

I2 HYMN TO SEKHMET-BAST

Harr to thee, Sekhmet-Bast-Ré, Mother of the gods, Bearer of Wings, Lady of the Anés-cloth, Mistress of the Two Crowns, Only One, Chief one of her father! the gods did not exist before her. Great one of magic in the Boat of Millions, Holy one appearing on the Throne of Silence, Lady of the Tombchamber, Mother in the horizon of heaven, beloved, trampling down evil. Offerings are in thy hand. Thou art standing at the prow of the Boat of thy father to overthrow the foe. Thou placest Truth at the prow of his Boat. Thou art the divine Flame, thou art the great Flame at the prow of the Boat of thy father. Praise to thee who art mightier than the gods. [B.B.D., ch. clxiv]