May Isis heal me
As she healed her son Horus
From all the pains
inflicted on him
by his brother Seth
when he killed his father Osiris.
Oh Isis!
Great enchantress, heal me,
Save me from all the evil things of darkness:
From the epidemics and mortal diseases
And from every kind of infections
that may jump on me,
as you saved and freed your son Horus.
Because I’ve crossed the fire
And I’ve come out of the water;
May I never reach the day
When I will say
“ I’m good for nothing, and not worthy of compassion”.
Oh Ra
Who has spoken for your body,
Oh Osiris,
Who prays for your demonstration
Ra speaks for the body, Osiris prays for the demonstration
Release me from every possible evil
From all the harmful things of darkness,
From epidemics and mortal fevers
Of every kind.