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46 Hail, oh lord, whose increase in brightness is daily beheld; the odour of thy limbs is like odours of Punt.

Praised are those who are dead and at peace; and the entire circle of the gods rejoiceth.

Come thou to thy wife in peace; her heart fluttereth for thy love; she is not embraced since thy going from her.

Her heart shall delight to behold thee&mdash;thy beauties go forth of thee to her in thy shrine.

She removeth from thy limbs calamity and evil, such as hath never happened unto thee formerly.

Come thou to life in front of thy wife! Hail!

Guard thou the inundation in the fields of Aphroditopolis this day&mdash;grant grain twice over&mdash;let there be no likeness of evil.

The Cow weepeth for thee with her voice; thou art beloved in her heart; her heart fluttereth, enchanted for thee;

She embraceth thy limbs with her two arms, and cometh running steadily toward thee, for peace.

Behold, her vengeance is accomplished for thee; she is caused to be mighty by thee;

Thy flesh hath she bound with thy bones for thee; she hath gathered for thee thy breath in front of thee, and made thy bones entire.