Antiquitopia

This recitation casts out the tormentors of a young man: The pain of your rod it has banished, The producers of the pain of your rod. It goes forth at the voice of the ta'iyu priest, Like smoke from a window, Like a serpent from a pillar, Like mountain-goats to a summit, Like lions to a lair. The rod has recovered, Yea the road has come near. Should you sin against your body, Should you commit evil against yoru body, You should eat moldy bread, Drink fig-juice in oppression, On the heights, in the well-watered valleys, In the shadows, even at the sanctuary. Then, as for the sorcerers, the tormentors, Horanu will drive them out, Even the companions of the 'lads of knowledge' he will drive out for you. With respect to heat, do not sag, May your tongue not stutter, May your canal not be decanalized. The god can clothe you, The god can make you naked. For the man, descend from the rod To the earth, O flow; For the son of man, from illness he is delivered. [The rest of the text ...