The Literature of the Ancient EgyptiansBudge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
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The Literature of the Ancient Egyptians
Budge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
Egyptian literature -- History and criticism; Egyptian literature -- Translations into English
the god who made thee (_i.e._ Nu himself), thou art the king of those
who were created with thee, thy throne is established, and the fear of
thee is great. Let thine Eye (Hathor) attack those who blaspheme thee."
And Rā said, "Lo, they have fled to the mountains, for their hearts are
afraid because of what they have said." The gods replied, "Let thine Eye
go forth and destroy those who blasphemed thee, for no eye can resist
thine when it goeth forth in the form of Hathor." Thereupon the Eye of
Rā, or Hathor, went in pursuit of the blasphemers in the mountains, and
slew them all. On her return Rā welcomed her, and the goddess said that
the work of vanquishing men was dear to her heart. Rā then said that he
would be the master of men as their king, and that he would destroy
them. For three nights the goddess Hathor-Sekhmet waded about in the
blood of men, the slaughter beginning at Hensu (Herakleopolis Magna).
Then the Majesty of Rā ordered that messengers should be sent to Abu, a
town at the foot of the First Cataract, to fetch mandrakes (?), and when
they were brought he gave them to the god Sekti to crush. When the women
slaves were bruising grain for making beer, the crushed mandrakes (?)
were placed in the vessels that were to hold the beer, together with
some of the blood of those who had been slain by Hathor. The beer was
then made, and seven thousand vessels were filled with it. When Rā saw
the beer he ordered it to be taken to the scene of slaughter, and poured
out on the meadows of the four quarters of heaven. The object of putting
mandrakes (?) in the beer was to make those who drank fall asleep
quickly, and when the goddess Hathor came and drank the beer mixed with
blood and mandrakes (?) she became very merry, and, the sleepy stage of
drunkenness coming on her, she forgot all about men, and slew no more.
At every festival of Hathor ever after "sleepy beer" was made, and it
was drunk by those who celebrated the feast.
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