Lo, I invoke thee with wailing that reacheth high as heaven,—
Yet thou hearest not my voice. Lo I, thy sister, I love thee more than all the earth—
And thou lovest not another as thou dost thy sister—
Surely thou lovest not another as thou dost thy sister!
Behold now, Nephthys speaketh,—
Behold the excellent sistrum-bearer! Come to thy temple!
Cause thy heart to rejoice, for thy enemies are not!
All thy sister-goddesses are at thy side and behind thy couch,
Calling upon thee with weeping—yet thou art prostrate upon thy bed!
Hearken unto the beautiful words uttered by us and by every noble one among us!
Subdue thou every sorrow which is in the hearts of us thy sisters,
Oh thou strong one among the gods,—strong among men who behold thee!
We come before thee, oh prince, our lord;
Live before us, desiring to behold thee;
Turn not thou away thy face before us;
Sweeten our hearts when we behold thee, oh prince!
Beautify our hearts when we behold thee!
I, Nephthys, thy sister, I love thee:
