'O Shu,' says he of Busiris, and vice versa. Neith is wearing the head-cloth, Hathor makes Osiris glad, and who is he who will eat me? Depart, leave me, pass me by, you snake; it is the sam-plant which wards you off, this is the leek of Osiris which he asked for when he was buried. The clouded eyes of the Great One have fallen on you, and Maat will examine you for judgement.