Spell for giving breath to N in the realm of the dead O Atum, give me the sweet breath which is in your nostril, for I am this Egg, which is in the Great Cackler, I am the guardian of this great being who separates the earth from the sky. If I live, she will live; I grow young, I live, I breathe the air. I am he who splits iron, I go round about the Egg, tomorrow is mine through the striking-power of Horus and the strength of Seth. O you who sweeten the state of the Two Lands, you with whom are provisions, you with whom is lapis-lazuli, beware of Him who is in his nest; the Youth goes forth against you.