The Egyptian Book of the dead by P. Le Page Renouf and Edouard Naville

_Chapter whereby one Saileth a Ship in the Netherworld._ Oh thou who sailest the ship of Nu over that chine which is void,(1.) let me sail the ship; let me fasten my tackle(2.) in peace; in peace! Come, come; Fleet one, Fleet one! Let me come to see my father Osiris. Oh thou who art veiled, let me enjoy happiness. Oh thou who art clouded, but manful, and who sailest round over that chine of Âpepi; thou of firm head and steadfast breast when coming forth from the fiery blows: Oh thou who art at the ship, let me sail the ship, let me fasten my tackle and come forth. This place is empty, into which the starry ones fall down headlong upon their faces,(3.) and find not aught whereby they can raise themselves up. Narrow is the path as the tongue of Rā.(4.) [_The Patrol who goeth round, and who piloteth the Double Earth_; Seb abideth stably by means of their rudders: _the divine Form which revealeth the Solar Orb_: and _He who presideth over the Red ones_.(5.)] Let me be brought in as a distressed mariner, and let my Soul come to me, which is my brother, and go to that place which thou knowest. _“Let me be told my name,” say_,