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Uploaded on Jan 26, 2012
Music by Satan's Answering Machine
We are all debris. How manifold it is, what thou hast made! They are hidden from the face of man. O sole god, like whom there is no other! Thou didst create the world according to thy desire, Whilst thou were alone: All men, cattle, and wild beasts, Whatever is on earth, going upon feet, And what is on high, flying with its wings.
To the world below, Thou settest every man in his place, Thou suppliest their necessities: Everyone has his food, and his time of life is reckoned. Their tongues are separate in speech, And their natures as well; Their skins are distinguished, As thou distinguishest the peoples. Thou makest a river in the underworld, Thou bringest forth as thou desirest To maintain the people According as thou madest them for thyself, The lord of all of them, wearying with them, The lord of every land, rising for them, The Aton of the day, great of majesty.