{"schema_version":1,"access":"public","rights":"Public-domain or compatibly licensed source editions; provenance is retained per record.","work":{"slug":"eloquent-peasant","title":"The Eloquent Peasant","author":"Anonymous","tradition":"egyptian","language":"egy","genre":"tale and dialogue","period":"c. 1850 BCE (12th Dynasty)","source_url":"https://github.com/oraec/corpus_raw_data/blob/b83a0ee5fae27a40d4c0a2a9a8c9c2973d45e9cd/oraec19.json","original":{"text":"### The Peasant Sets Out\n\n(1.1) 𓊃𓀀𓏤𓊪𓅱𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓊪𓅱𓃢𓐍𓂝𓅱𓏛𓈖𓀀𓂋𓈖𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓅱𓈖[⯑]\nz pw wn Ḫwi.n-Jnpw rn =f sḫ,tj pw n Sḫ,t-ḥmꜣ,t\n\n(1.2) 𓇋𓋴𓏏𓃹𓈖𓈞𓏏𓁐𓆑𓌸𓂋𓏏𓀁𓁐𓂋𓈖𓋴𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈖𓈞𓏏𓁐𓆑𓏏𓈖𓅓𓂝𓏏[⯑]𓅓𓉔𓄿𓏏𓂻\njst wn ḥm,t =f ⸢M⸣r,t rn =s ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn n ḥm,t =f tn m =t w[j] m hꜣi̯.t\n\n(1.3) 𓂋𓆎𓏏𓊖𓂋𓏎𓈖𓏏𓅧𓅱𓏒𓏥𓇋𓅓𓈖𓀔𓅱𓀀𓁐𓏥𓀀𓈝𓅓𓂻𓇓𓅱𓏏𓆼𓄿𓂝𓈖𓀀𓈖𓄿𓈖𓌾𓏥\nr Km,t r ⸢jni̯.t⸣ ꜥq.w jm n ẖrd.w.pl =j šm swt ḫꜣi̯ n =j nꜣ n jt\n\n(1.4) 𓈖𓏏𓏭𓅓𓅯𓄿𓅓𓂝𓌨𓂋𓉐𓅓𓍑𓏏𓏥𓌾𓏥𓈖𓋴𓆑𓇳𓊢𓂝𓈖𓆼𓄿𓂝𓈖𓆑𓈖𓋴𓌾𓋾𓌽𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤\nn,tj m pꜣ mẖr m ḏꜣ,t jt n ⸮⸢sf⸣? ꜥḥꜥ.n ḫꜣi̯.n ={f} =⟨s⟩ n ={s} =⟨f⟩ jt ⸢ḥqꜣ,t⸣ ⸮⸢6⸣?\n\n(1.5) 𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈖𓈞𓏏𓁐𓆑𓏏𓈖𓅓𓂝𓏏 […] 𓈖𓏏𓌾𓋾𓌽𓏤𓏤𓂋𓅧𓅱𓏒𓏥𓎛𓈖𓂝[⯑]𓏏\nḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn n ḥm,t =f tn m =t … n =t jt ḥqꜣ,t 20 r ꜥq.w ḥnꜥ ẖrd.[w].pl =t\n\n(1.6) 𓁹𓂋𓏏𓈖𓀀𓇓𓅱𓏏𓏏𓄿𓌾𓋾𓌽𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓅓𓏏𓏐𓏒𓏥𓎛𓈎𓏏𓏊𓏥𓈖𓉔𓂋𓅱𓇳𓏤𓎟𓎡𓄿𓇋𓅓𓆑\njri̯ r =t n =j swt tꜣ jt ḥqꜣ,t 6 m tʾ ḥ(n)q,t n hrw nb ⸢kꜣ⸣ [ꜥnḫ] =[j] jm =f\n\n(1.7) 𓉔𓄿𓏏𓂻𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓆎𓏏𓊖𓄿𓏏𓊪𓀋𓂝𓈖𓆑[⯑]𓆑\nhꜣi̯.t pw jri̯.n sḫ,tj pn r Km,t ꜣtp.n =f ꜥꜣ.[pl] =f\n\n(2.1) 𓅓[⯑]\nm j[ꜣꜣ]\n\n(2.2) 𓂋𓂧𓅓𓏏𓆰𓏥\nrdm,t\n\n(2.3) [⯑]\nḥs[mn]\n\n(2.4) [⯑]\nḥmꜣ,[t]\n\n(2.5) 𓆱𓏏𓏥[⯑]\nḫt.pl […]tyw\n\n(2.6) [⯑]𓈖𓏏𓇾𓈇𓏤𓃒𓏥𓈉\nꜥ⸢wn⸣,t.pl n.t Tꜣ-jḥ.pl\n\n(2.7) 𓄚𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏏𓄛𓏥𓈖𓏏𓃀𓅡𓄿𓅱𓄛𓏥\nẖn,wt.pl n.t bꜣw\n\n(3.1) 𓆼𓄿𓅱𓏏𓄛𓏥𓈖𓏏𓃹𓈖𓈙𓅱𓄛𓏥\nḫꜣw,t.pl n.t ⸢w⸣nšw\n\n(3.2) 𓈖𓆷𓄿𓅱𓆰𓏥𓆰𓏥\nnšꜣw\n\n(3.3) 𓂝𓈖𓏌𓅱𓊌𓏥\nꜥnw\n\n(3.4) 𓏏𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂽𓆰𓏥\ntnm\n\n(3.5) 𓆣𓂋𓅨𓂋𓆰𓏥\nḫpr-wr\n\n(3.6) [⯑]\nsꜣh,wt\n\n(3.7) 𓋴𓐟𓄿𓎡𓊃𓅱𓏏𓈒𓏥\nsꜣks,wt\n\n(4.1) 𓏇𓇋𓋴𓅱𓏏𓆰𓏥\nmjs,wt\n\n(4.2) 𓊃𓈖𓏏𓏒𓊌𓏥\nsn,t\n\n(4.3) [⯑]\nꜥb[ꜣ]\n\n(4.4) 𓇋𓃀𓃙𓐟𓆰𓏥\njbsꜣ\n\n(4.5) 𓇋𓆛𓈖𓃀𓇋𓆰𓏥\njnbj\n\n(4.6) 𓏠𓈖𓏌𓅱𓅬𓏥\nmn,w\n\n(4.7) 𓈖𓂝𓂋𓅱𓅬𓏥\nnꜥr,w\n\n(5.1) 𓅱𓎼𓋴𓅬𓏥\nwgs\n\n(5.2) 𓅱𓃀𓈖𓆰𓏥\nwbn\n\n(5.3) 𓏏𓃀𓋴𓅱𓆰𓏥\ntbs,w\n\n(5.4) 𓎼𓈖𓎼𓈖𓏏𓈒𓏥\ngngn,t\n\n(5.5) 𓍲𓈖𓏭𓁸𓏥𓇾𓈇𓏤𓆰𓏥\nšnj-tꜣ\n\n(5.6) 𓇋𓆛𓈖𓋴𓏏𓈒𓏥\njns,t\n\n(6.1) 𓎔𓏛𓅓𓏎𓏌𓏥𓎟𓄤𓆑𓂋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓈇𓎛𓌳𓄿𓏏𓍖𓈒𓏥𓊖\nmḥ m jn,w nb nfr n Sḫ,t-ḥmꜣ,t\n\n(6.2) 𓈝𓅓𓏏𓂻𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖[⯑]𓊪𓈖𓅓𓏃𓈖𓏏𓇋𓇋𓏏𓊛\nšmi̯.t pw jri̯.n sḫ,tj pn m-ḫnt.yt\n\n(6.3) 𓂋𓇓𓏏𓈖𓀔𓈖𓈖𓊖𓄭𓂋𓂻𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖𓆑𓂋𓅱𓏤𓈇𓈖𓉐𓏤𓆑𓆑𓇋𓀻𓊖\nr Nn-nswt spr pw jri̯.n =f r w n Pr-Ffj\n\n(6.4) 𓂋[⯑]𓅓𓂧𓈖𓇋𓏏𓍸𓊖𓅠𓅓𓈖𓆑𓊃𓀀𓏤\nr mḥ,t[j] Mdnj,t gmi̯.n =f z\n\n(6.5) 𓊢𓂝𓂻𓁷𓏤𓌸𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓈇𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓂋𓈖𓆑𓅭𓀀𓊃𓀀𓏤𓊪𓅱\nꜥḥꜥ ḥr mr,yt Nm,tj-nḫt rn =f zꜣ z pw\n\n(6.6) 𓇋𓋴𓂋𓇋𓇋𓆭𓆱𓀀𓂋𓈖𓆑𓆓𓏏𓇾𓀀𓁐𓏥𓊪𓅱𓈖𓏏𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗\nJsr,y rn =f ḏ,t pw n.t (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(6.7) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓀁𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓇋𓀀𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓌳𓁹𓄿𓄿𓆑𓉻𓂸𓃩𓏥𓈖[⯑]𓊪𓈖𓉻𓂝𓄿𓃀𓇋𓇋𓅱𓇭𓏛𓏥𓄣𓏤𓆑\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj ḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt pn mꜣꜣ =f ꜥꜣ.pl n [sḫ,tj] pn ꜥꜣb.yw ⟨ḥr⟩ jb =f\n\n(7.2) 𓇉𓄿𓀁𓈖𓀀𓊏𓊪𓅆𓎟𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓀀𓎛𓆰𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏊𓏥𓈖\nḥꜣ n =j šzp nb ꜥwꜣi̯ =j ḥn,w.pl n\n\n(7.3) 𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓇋𓅓𓆑𓇋𓋴𓏏𓂋𓆑𓉐𓏤𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓁷𓏤𓄥𓄿𓏛𓇾𓈇𓏤\nsḫ,tj pn jm =f jst r =f pr Nm,tj-nḫt pn ḥr zmꜣ-tꜣ\n\n(7.4) 𓈖𓂋𓏤𓍯𓄿𓏏𓈐𓎛𓆰𓈖𓋴𓅪𓊪𓅱𓂜𓅱𓋴𓐍𓎺𓏛𓇋𓋴𓊪𓅱\nn rʾ-wꜣ,t ḥns pw n wsḫ js pw\n\n(7.5) 𓈎𓈖𓈖𓂝𓆑𓂋𓋴𓐍𓅱𓎺𓏛𓈖𓂧𓄿𓇋𓅱𓋳𓇋𓅱𓍯𓄿𓏏𓈐𓆑𓌡𓂝𓏏𓏤\nqnn =f r sḫ,w n dꜣjw jw wꜣ,t =f wꜥ.t\n\n(7.6) 𓌨𓂋𓈗𓎡𓏏𓌨𓂋𓌾𓏥𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈖𓌞𓅱𓀀𓆑𓇋𓊄𓂻\nẖr mw k.t ẖr jt ḏd.jn Nm.tj-nḫt pn n šms,w =f jz\n\n(7.7) 𓏎𓈖𓈖𓀀𓇋𓆑𓂧𓊌𓋳𓅓𓉐𓏤𓀀𓏎𓈖𓇋𓈖𓏏𓅱𓆑𓈖𓆑𓁷𓏤𓂝𓏤\njni̯ n =j jfd m pr =j jni̯.jn.tw =f n =f ḥr-ꜥ\n\n(8.1) 𓊢𓂝𓈖𓊃𓈙𓂝𓈖𓆑𓇓𓅱𓁷𓏤𓄥𓄿𓏛𓇾𓈇𓏤𓈖𓂋𓏤𓍯𓄿𓏏𓈐\nꜥḥꜥ.n sš.n =f sw ḥr zmꜣ-tꜣ n rʾ-wꜣ,t\n\n(8.2) 𓐍𓈖𓈖𓅯𓂻𓋴𓂧𓃀𓋳𓆑𓁷𓏤𓈗[⯑]𓆑\nḫnn sdb =f ḥr mw npnp,[t] =f\n\n(8.3) 𓁷𓏤𓌾𓏥\nḥr jt\n\n### The Robbery\n\n(1) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓁷𓏤𓈐𓏏𓏤𓈖𓏏[⯑]𓎟𓏏𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓁹\njwi̯.jn [sḫ,tj] [pn] ḥr wꜣ,t n.t r(m)ṯ.pl nb.t ḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt pn jri̯ [hrw] [sḫ,tj]\n\n(2) 𓂜𓐍𓈖𓂧𓂾𓂻𓎡𓁷𓏤𓎛𓃀𓋴𓅱𓋳𓏥𓀀𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖[⯑]\nn ḫnd =k ḥr ḥbs.w.pl =j ḏd.jn sḫ,tj\n\n(3) 𓊪𓈖𓁹𓇋𓇋𓀀𓎛𓎿𓊃𓏏𓀁𓎡𓄤𓆑𓂋𓅓𓂝𓏏𓈖𓌙𓅯𓈐𓏥𓀀\npn jri̯.y =j ḥsi̯.t =k nfr mtn =j\n\n(4) 𓉐𓂋𓏏𓂻𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖𓆑𓂋𓁷𓂋𓅱𓇯𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖\npri̯.t pw jri̯.n =f r-ḥr.w ḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt pn\n\n(5) [⯑][⯑]𓈖𓎡𓇗𓌾𓏥𓀀𓂋𓈐𓏏𓏤𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓄤𓆑𓂋\n⸢j⸣[n] ⸢j⸣[w] ⸢n⸣ =k šmꜥ =j r wꜣ,t ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn nfr\n\n(6) [⯑]𓀀𓇋𓐍𓅐𓏏𓈇𓏤𓈎𓄿𓏏𓀠𓅓𓂝𓏏𓈖𓌙𓅯𓈐𓏥\n[m]tn =j jḫm,t qꜣi̯.t(j) mtn\n\n(7) 𓌨𓂋𓇗𓌾𓏥𓎛𓆰𓈖𓎨𓎡𓂋𓆑𓍯𓄿𓏏𓈐𓏏𓈖𓏥\nẖr šmꜥ ḥn =k r =f wꜣ,t{t} =n\n\n(8) 𓅓𓎛𓃀𓋴𓅱𓋳𓏥𓎡𓇋𓈖𓂜𓈖𓂋𓆑𓂝𓎡𓋴𓍯𓄿𓏴𓈐𓈖𓏥\nm ḥbs.w.pl =k jn nn r =f ḏi̯ =k swꜣ =((n))\n\n(9) 𓁷𓏤𓈐𓏏𓏤𓊢𓂝𓈖𓎔𓏛𓈖𓌡𓂝𓏤𓅓𓈖𓄿𓈖𓉻𓂸𓃘\nḥr wꜣ,t ꜥḥꜥ.n mḥ.n wꜥ m nꜣ n ꜥꜣ\n\n(10) 𓂋𓏤𓆑𓅓𓃀𓅡𓄿𓏏𓆰𓈖𓏏𓇗𓌾𓏥𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖\nrʾ =f m bꜣ,t n.t šmꜥ ḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt pn\n\n(11) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓂋𓈖𓈞𓅓𓂝𓉻𓂸𓃘𓎡𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓁷𓏤\nm =k wj r nḥm ꜥꜣ =k sḫ,tj ḥr\n\n(12) 𓏶𓀁𓆑𓇗𓌾𓏥𓀀𓅓𓂝𓎡𓇓𓅱𓂋𓉔𓃀𓏏𓍁𓂻𓁷𓏤𓈎𓈖𓏴𓆑\nwn(m) =f šmꜥ =j m =k sw r hbi̯.t ḥr qn =f\n\n(13) 𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓄤𓆑𓂋𓅓𓂝𓏏𓈖𓌙𓅯𓈐𓏥𓀀𓌡𓂝𓏏𓏤\nḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn nfr mtn =j wꜥ.t\n\n(14) 𓌉𓆓𓏏𓏴𓎆𓏎𓈖𓈖𓀀𓉻𓂸𓃘𓀀𓁷𓏤𓈙𓈖𓂝𓎩𓏛𓎆𓎁𓏏𓂝𓎡𓇓𓅱\nḥḏi̯.t 10 jni̯.n =j ꜥꜣ =j ḥr šnꜥ 10 jti̯ =k sw\n\n(15) 𓁷𓏤𓎔𓎛𓅱𓏛𓈖𓂋𓏤𓆑𓅓𓃀𓅡𓄿𓏏𓆰𓈖𓏏𓇗𓌾𓏥𓇋𓅱𓀀𓎼𓂋𓏏\nḥr mḥ.w n rʾ =f m bꜣ,t n.t šmꜥ jw =j gr.t\n\n(16) 𓂋𓐍𓏛𓎡𓅱𓀀𓎟𓈖𓐖𓏏𓊖𓏏𓈖𓈖𓄓𓋴𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇\nrḫ.kwj nb n ⸮ḏꜣt,t? tn n,(j)-s(j) (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ\n\n(17) 𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓈖𓏏𓆑𓎼𓂋𓏏𓍙𓆑𓂡𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓀀𓎟𓅓𓇾𓈇𓏤𓊪𓈖𓂋𓇥𓂋𓆑\nRnsj ntf gr.t ḫsf ꜥwꜣ nb m tꜣ pn r-ḏr =f\n\n(18) 𓇋𓈖𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓏏𓅱𓀀𓂋𓆑𓅓𓐖𓏏𓊖𓆑𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀\njn ꜥwꜣi̯.tw =j r =f m ⸮ḏꜣt,t? =f ḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt\n\n(19) 𓊪𓈖𓇋𓈖𓅯𓄿𓊪𓅱𓐍𓈖𓅯𓀁𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓆓𓂧𓅱𓂋𓍿𓀀𓁐𓏥\npn jn pꜣ pw ḫn n md,t ḏd.w r(m)ṯ.pl\n\n(20) 𓂧𓅓𓌪𓀁𓏏𓅱𓂋𓈖𓈖𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓀀𓁷𓏤𓎟𓀀𓆑𓏌𓎡𓀀\ndm.tw rn n ḥwr,w ḥr nb =f jnk\n\n(21) 𓊪𓅱𓌃𓂧𓅱𓀁𓈖𓎡𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓀀𓊪𓅱𓋴𓆼𓄿𓇋𓇋𓀁𓎡\npw mdwi̯ n =k (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr pw sḫꜣ.y =k\n\n(22) 𓊢𓂝𓈖𓅷𓄿𓂝𓈖𓆑𓈖𓆑𓇋𓄿𓄿𓇋𓇋𓏏𓆰𓈖𓏏𓇋𓋴𓂋𓆭𓆱𓇅𓆓\nꜥḥꜥ.n ṯꜣi̯.n =f n =f jꜣꜣ,yt n.t jsr wꜣḏ\n\n(23) 𓂋𓆑𓊢𓂝𓈖𓉻𓂝𓄿𓂝𓆑𓂝𓏏𓄹𓆑𓎟𓇋𓅓𓋴𓈖𓈞𓅓𓂝𓉻𓂸𓃘𓏥𓆑\nr =f ꜥḥꜥ.n ꜥꜣ⟨g.n⟩ =f ꜥ,t =f nb jm =s nḥm ꜥꜣ((.pl)) =f\n\n(24) 𓊃𓅧𓈎𓂻𓂋𓐖𓏏𓊖𓆑𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓁷𓏤\nsꜥq r ⸮ḏꜣt,t? =f wn.jn sḫ,tj pn ḥr\n\n(25) 𓂋𓅓𓇋𓇋𓏏𓁹𓉻𓂝𓄿𓅱𓏛𓅨𓂋𓏏𓀗𓈖𓍋𓅓𓂋𓅪𓈖𓁹𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓂋𓆑\nrmi̯.yt ꜥꜣw wrt n mr n jri̯.yt r =f\n\n(26) 𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓅓𓈎𓄿𓀠𓊤𓅱𓀁𓎡𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀\nḏd.jn Nm,tj-nḫt pn m qꜣi̯ ḫrw =k sḫ,tj\n\n(27) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓂋𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓏤𓈖𓎟𓋴𓎼𓂋𓀁𓅆𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖\nm =k tw r dmj n nb-sgr ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn\n\n(28) 𓎛𓀝𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓎡𓎛𓆰𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏛𓏥𓀀𓈖𓈞𓅓𓂝𓎡𓂋𓆑\nḥ(w)i̯ =k wj ꜥwꜣi̯ =k ḥn,w.pl =j nḥm =k r =f\n\n(29) 𓈖𓐍𓅱𓏏𓀁𓅓𓂋𓏤𓀀𓎟𓋴𓎼𓂋𓀁𓅆𓂝𓎡𓂋𓎡𓈖𓀀\nnḫ,wt m rʾ =j nb-sgr ḏi̯ =k r =k n =j\n\n(30) 𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓀀𓇋𓐍𓏛𓍃𓅓𓀀𓊃𓃀𓎛𓄑𓀁𓈖𓂋𓅐𓂡𓎡\nḫ,t =j jḫ tm =j sbḥ ⟨n⟩ nr,(w) =k\n\n(31) 𓁹𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓊢𓂝𓅱𓇳𓂋𓉔𓂋𓅱𓇳𓎆𓁷𓏤𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖\njri̯.jn sḫ,tj pn ꜥḥꜥ,w r hrw 10 ḥr spr n\n\n### The Complaint\n\n(32) 𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂜𓂋𓂝𓈖𓆑𓌳𓐙𓂝𓆀𓆑𓂋𓋴𓈝𓅓𓏏𓂻𓊪𓅱\nNm,tj-nḫt pn n rḏi̯.n =f mꜣꜥ =f r =s šmi̯.t pw\n\n(33) 𓁹𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓇓𓏏𓈖𓀔𓈖𓈖𓊖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗\njri̯.n sḫ,tj pn r Nn-nswt r spr n (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(34) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓅠𓅓𓈖𓆑𓇓𓅱𓁷𓏤𓉐𓂋𓏏𓂻𓅓𓋴𓃀𓇼𓄿𓉐\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj gmi̯.n =f sw ḥr pri̯.t m sbꜣ\n\n(35) 𓈖𓉐𓆑𓂋𓉔𓄿𓏏𓂻𓂋𓈎𓄿𓈎𓄿𓅱𓊛𓆑𓈖𓂝𓂋𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓉐\nn pr =f r hꜣi̯.t r qꜣqꜣ,w≡f-n-ꜥrr,yt\n\n(36) 𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓇉𓄿𓀁𓂋𓂝𓏏𓋴𓍑𓄿𓏛𓀀\nḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn ḥꜣ rḏi̯.t(w) swḏꜣ =j\n\n(37) 𓄣𓏤𓎡𓁷𓏤𓅯𓄿𓐍𓈖𓅯𓀁𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓊃𓊪𓊗𓊪𓅱\njb =k ḥr pꜣ ḫn n md,t sp pw\n\n(38) 𓂋𓂝𓏏𓂻𓅱𓏏𓈖𓀀𓌞𓅱𓂻𓀀𓎡𓈖𓐍𓂋𓏏𓏛𓄣𓏤𓎡𓉔𓄿𓃀𓂻𓀀\nrḏi̯.t(w) jwi̯.t n =j šms,w =k n ḫr,t-jb =k hꜣb =j\n\n(39) 𓈖𓎡𓇓𓅱𓁷𓂋𓋴𓂋𓂝𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀\nn =k sw ḥr =s rḏi̯.jn (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj\n\n(40) 𓈝𓅓𓂻𓌞𓅱𓂻𓆑𓈖𓐍𓂋𓏏𓏛𓄣𓏤𓆑𓁶𓏤𓇋𓅓𓆑𓉔𓄿𓃀𓂻\nšmi̯ šms,w =f n ḫr,t-jb =f tp-jm =f hꜣb\n\n(41) 𓇓𓅱𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓁷𓏤𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓏏𓈖𓏇𓇋𓈎𓇋𓀾𓏛𓋴\nsw sḫ,tj pn ḥr md,t tn mj-qj =s\n\n(42) 𓎟𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓁷𓏤𓋴𓂋𓐍𓏏𓀁\nnb wn.jn (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj ḥr srḫ.t\n\n(43) 𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈖𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀔𓀀𓏥𓈖𓏏𓏭𓂋𓐛𓏤𓆑𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓋴𓈖𓏥\nNm,tj-nḫt pn n sr.w.pl n,tj r-gs =f ḏd.jn =sn\n\n(44) 𓈖𓆑𓊃𓅓𓃹𓈖𓀁𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓆑𓊪𓅱𓂻𓅱𓈖𓎡𓇋𓇋𓀀𓂋𓐛𓏤𓆑\nn =f smwn sḫ,tj =f pw jwi̯ n ky r-gs =f\n\n(45) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓁹𓂋𓏏𓋴𓈖𓏥𓊪𓅱𓂋𓇏𓏏𓅂𓀀𓏥𓋴𓈖𓏥𓂻𓅱𓅱𓀀𓏥𓈖\nm =k jrr.t =sn pw r sḫ,tj.pl =sn jwi̯.w n\n\n(46) 𓎡𓏏𓐍𓏏𓏛𓀀𓏥𓂋𓐛𓏤𓋴𓈖𓏥𓅓𓂝𓎡𓁹𓂋𓏏𓋴𓈖𓏥𓊪𓅱𓊃𓊪𓊗𓊪𓅱𓈖\nkt-ḫ,t r-gs =sn m =k jrr.t =sn pw sp pw n\n\n(47) 𓍙𓆑𓂡𓏏𓅱𓈖𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓁷𓏤𓈖𓉔𓅪𓈒𓏥𓈖𓎛𓋴𓏠𓈖𓍖𓈒𓏥\nḫsf =tw n Nm,tj-nḫt pn ḥr nh n ḥsmn\n\n(48) 𓎛𓈖𓂝𓈖𓉔𓅪𓈒𓏥𓈖𓎛𓌳𓄿𓏏𓍖𓈒𓏥𓎗𓅱𓏛𓏏𓅱𓈖𓆑𓂧𓃀𓅡𓄿𓌥𓏛\nḥnꜥ nh n ḥmꜣ,t wḏ =tw n =f dbꜣ\n\n(49) 𓋴𓏏𓂧𓃀𓅡𓄿𓌥𓏛𓆑𓋴𓏏𓎼𓂋𓀁𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖\nst dbꜣ =f st gr pw jri̯.n\n\n(50) 𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓂜𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓆑\n(j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj n wšb =f\n\n(51) 𓈖𓇑𓇑𓈖𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀔𓀀𓏥𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓆑𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖\nn nn n sr.w.pl ⟨n⟩ wšb =f n sḫ,tj pn\n\n### The First Petition\n\n(52) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇\njwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ\n\n(53) 𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓎟𓀀𓀀𓅨𓂋𓀀𓈖𓅨𓂋𓅱𓀀𓏥\nRnsj ḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j wr n wr.w.pl\n\n(54) 𓋴𓌫𓅓𓅱𓂻𓈖𓂜𓏏𓏏𓅪𓇋𓂋𓉔𓄿𓂻𓎡𓂋𓈙𓈇𓈖\nsšm,w n jw,tt ⟨n,tt⟩ jr hꜣi̯ =k r š n\n\n(55) 𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓋴𓐪𓂧𓈒𓊛𓎡𓇋𓅓𓆑𓅓𓌳𓐙𓂝𓅱𓆀𓊡\nmꜣꜥ,t sqd =k jm =f m mꜣꜥ,w\n\n(56) 𓂜𓈖𓎡𓆑𓋳𓈖𓂧𓃀𓇋𓇋𓏏𓋳𓎛𓏏𓍔𓄿⯑𓎡𓂜𓈖𓇋𓉔𓅓\nnn kfi̯ ndb,yt ḥtꜣ =k nn jhm\n\n(57) 𓂧𓊪𓅱𓏏𓊛𓎡𓂜𓈖𓂻𓅱𓏏𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓅓𓆱𓏏𓏤𓎡𓂜𓈖\ndp,wt =k nn jwi̯.t jy,t m ḫt =k nn\n\n(58) 𓏴𓌪𓂝𓋴𓎼𓂋𓍅𓆱𓏥𓎡𓂜𓈖𓌂𓅓𓂻𓎡𓇉𓄿𓂝𓂝𓂻𓎡𓁷𓏤𓇾𓈇𓏤\nzwꜣ sgrg.pl =k nn sḫm =k ḥꜣꜥꜥ =k ḥr tꜣ\n\n(59) 𓂜𓈖𓎁𓏏𓂡𓏏𓅱𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓏏𓈗𓂜𓈖𓂧𓊪𓄓𓀁𓎡𓈋𓅱𓏏𓅪𓏥\nnn jti̯ tw nw,(y)t nn dp =k ḏw,t\n\n(60) 𓈖𓏏𓇋𓏏𓂋𓅱𓈘𓂜𓈖𓌳𓁹𓄿𓎡𓁷𓏤𓅾𓀁𓂻𓅱𓈖𓎡\nn.t jtr,w nn mꜣ =k ḥr snḏ jwi̯ n =k\n\n(61) 𓂋𓅓𓅱𓆟𓏥𓍲𓈖𓂝𓇋𓇋𓅱𓂻𓏥𓄖𓂻𓎡𓅓𓄿𓊪𓅭\nrm.w.pl šnꜥ.yw pḥ =k m ꜣp⟨d⟩\n\n(62) 𓆓𓂧𓄿𓐎𓁷𓏤𓈖𓏏𓏏𓈖𓏏𓎡𓇋𓏏𓆑𓀀𓈖𓌰𓈖𓅓𓎛𓀔𓅪𓀀\nḏdꜣ ḥr-n,tt ntk jt n nmḥ\n\n(63) 𓉔𓇋𓂺𓀀𓈖𓆼𓄿𓂋𓏏𓅪𓁐𓌢𓈖𓀀𓈖𓐣𓏏𓏛𓁐𓍲𓈖𓂧𓇋𓇋𓏏𓋳\nhj n ḫꜣr,t sn n wḏꜥ,t šnd,yt\n\n(64) 𓈖𓏏𓂜𓏏𓅱𓅪𓅓𓏏𓁐𓆑𓇋𓐛𓅓𓂝𓁹𓇋𓇋𓀀𓂋𓈖𓎡𓅓\nn.t jw,tw mw,t =f jmi̯ jri̯.y =j rn =k m\n\n(65) 𓇾𓈇𓏤𓊪𓈖𓂋𓉔𓊪𓏛𓎟𓄤𓆑𓂋𓋴𓌫𓅓𓅱𓂻𓀀𓆄𓅱𓅪\ntꜣ pn r hp nb nfr sšm,w šwi̯\n\n(66) 𓅓𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓄣𓏤𓅨𓂋𓀀𓆄𓅱𓅪𓅓𓈖𓆓𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪\nm ꜥwn-jb wr šwi̯ m nḏ,yt\n\n(67) 𓋴𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅯𓅪𓎼𓂋𓍅𓏛𓋴𓆣𓂋𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓇍𓇋𓂻𓁷𓏤\nsḥtm grg sḫpr mꜣꜥ,t jyi̯ ḥr\n\n(68) 𓊤𓅱𓀁𓂝𓂝𓂋𓏤𓀀𓆓𓂧𓀀𓄔𓅓𓎡𓁹𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓎛𓎿𓊃𓇋𓇋𓀁𓀀\nḫrw ḏḏ-rʾ ḏd =((j)) sḏm =k jri̯ mꜣꜥ,t ḥsi̯.y\n\n(69) 𓎛𓎿𓊃𓊃𓀁𓎛𓎿𓊃𓇋𓇋𓅱𓀁𓀀𓏥𓂧𓂋𓂡𓋴𓐟𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓏥\nḥss ḥsi̯.yw.pl dr sꜣjr =(j)\n\n(70) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓀋𓂝𓎡𓅱𓇋𓊪𓏛\nm =k wj ꜣṯp.kw(j) jp\n\n(71) 𓅱𓀀𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓅓𓈖𓉔𓅱𓅪𓇋𓋴𓏏𓂋𓆑\nwj m =k wj m nh,w jst r =f\n\n(72) 𓆓𓂧𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓏏𓈖𓅓𓂋𓎡𓇳𓍛𓏤𓈖𓇓𓏏𓆤𓏏\nḏd.n sḫ,tj pn md,t tn m rk ḥm n nswt-bj,tj\n\n(73) 𓇳𓎟𓂓𓏤𓏥𓌳𓐙𓊤𓈝𓅓𓏏𓂻𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗\nNb-kꜣ.pl-Rꜥ mꜣꜥ-ḫrw šmi̯.t pw jri̯.n (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(74) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓁶𓏤𓅓𓍛𓏤𓆑𓆓𓂧𓆑𓎟𓅆𓀀𓇋𓅱\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj tp-m ḥm =f ḏd =f nb =j jw\n\n(75) 𓅠𓅓𓈖𓀀𓌡𓂝𓏤𓅓𓇑𓇑𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓄤𓆑𓂋𓌃𓂧𓅱𓀁𓈖𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓆀𓏛\ngmi̯.n =j wꜥ m nn n sḫ,tj nfr mdw n-wn-mꜣꜥ\n\n(76) 𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓎛𓆰𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏛𓏥𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡\nꜥwꜣi̯ ḥn,w.pl =f m =k\n\n(77) 𓇓𓅱𓂻𓅱𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓀀𓁷𓂋𓋴\nsw jwi̯ r spr n =j ḥr =s\n\n(78) 𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓍛𓏤𓆑𓅓𓌸𓂋𓂋𓀁𓎡𓌳𓁹𓄿𓀀𓋴𓈖𓃀𓏛𓎡𓅱𓀀𓋴𓅱𓂧𓂻𓆑𓎡𓇓𓅱\nḏd.jn ḥm =f m mrr =k mꜣ =j snb.kwj swd⟨f⟩ ={f}k sw\n\n(79) 𓉻𓂝𓄿𓈐𓂜𓈖𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓂋𓆓𓂧𓏏𓆑𓎟𓏏𓇋𓈖𓌸𓂋𓅱𓏏𓀁𓃹𓈖𓆑\nꜥꜣ nn wšb r ḏd.t =f nb.t jn-mr,wt wn =f\n\n(80) 𓁷𓏤𓆓𓂧𓎼𓂋𓀁𓇋𓐍𓏛𓏎𓈖𓏏𓈖𓈖𓏥𓅓𓏞𓏛𓄔𓅓𓈖𓏥𓋴𓏏\nḥr ḏd gr jḫ jni̯t.(tw) n =n m-zẖꜣ,w sḏm =n st\n\n(81) 𓁹𓇓𓅱𓏏𓋹𓈖𓐍𓈞𓏏𓁐𓆑𓎛𓈖𓂝𓄡𓂋𓂧𓅱𓀔𓀀𓁑𓏥𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓂻𓅱𓌡𓂝𓅓𓈖𓄿\njri̯ swt ꜥnḫ ḥm,t =f ḥnꜥ ẖrd.w.pl =f m =k jwi̯ wꜥ m nꜣ\n\n(82) 𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓂋𓆄𓅱𓏏𓅪𓏥𓉐𓏤𓆑𓂋𓇾𓈇𓏤𓁹𓎼𓂋𓏏𓀁𓋹𓈖𓐍𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖\nn sḫ,tj r šw,t pr =f r tꜣ jri̯ gr.t ꜥnḫ sḫ,tj pn\n\n(83) 𓅓𓎛𓂝𓄹𓏥𓆑𓃹𓈖𓈖𓎡𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓂝𓏏𓅱𓈖𓆑𓅧𓅱𓏒𓏥𓂜𓈖𓂋𓂝𓏏𓂋𓐍𓏛𓆑\nm-ḥꜥ.pl =f wnn =k ḥr rḏi̯.t ḏi̯.tw n =f ꜥq,w nn rḏi̯.t rḫ =f\n\n(84) 𓈖𓏏𓏏𓈖𓏏𓎡𓂋𓂝𓈖𓆑𓋴𓏏𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓏏𓅱𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓈖𓆑𓏏𓏐𓏒𓏥𓎆𓎛𓈎𓏏𓏊𓂧𓊃𓏌𓏤𓏤\nn,tt ntk rḏi̯ n =f st wn.jn =tw ḥr rḏi̯.t n =f tʾ 10 ḥ(n)q,t ds 2\n\n(85) 𓂋𓂝𓎟𓇳𓂝𓂝𓋴𓏏𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓂝𓂝𓆑𓋴𓏏𓈖𓐍𓈖𓌰𓅓𓋴𓀗𓆑𓈖𓏏𓆑\nrꜥ-nb ḏḏ st (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj ḏḏ =f st n ḫnms =f ntf\n\n(86) 𓂝𓂝𓈖𓆑𓋴𓏏𓊢𓂝𓈖𓉔𓄿𓃀𓂻𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓈖𓋾𓉗𓊖𓀀𓈖\nḏḏ n =f st ꜥḥꜥ.n hꜣb.n (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj n ḥqꜣ-ḥw,t n\n\n(87) 𓇏𓏏𓈇𓎛𓌳𓄿𓏏𓍖𓈒𓏥𓈉𓁷𓏤𓁹𓏏𓅧𓅱𓏒𓏥𓈖𓈞𓏏𓁐𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓅓𓇠𓇠𓇠𓋾𓌾𓏤𓏤𓏤𓂋𓂝𓎟𓇳\nSḫ,t-ḥmꜣ,t ḥr jri̯.t ꜥq,w n ḥm,t sḫ,tj pn m jt ḥqꜣ,t 3 rꜥ-nb\n\n### The Second Petition\n\n(88) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓊃𓊪𓊗𓏤𓏤𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓀀𓎟𓀀𓅨𓂋𓀀𓈖𓅨𓂋𓅱𓀀𓏥\njwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n =f sp 2.⟨nw⟩ ḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =(j) wr n wr.w.pl\n\n(89) 𓐍𓅱𓂧𓐗𓏛𓈖𓐍𓅱𓂧𓅱𓏛𓈖𓏏𓏭𓃹𓈖𓅨𓂋𓀀𓈖𓅨𓂋𓀀𓏥𓆑𓐍𓅱𓂧𓐗𓏛𓀀𓈖\nḫwd n ḫwd.w n,tj wn wr n wr.pl =f ḫwd n\n\n(90) 𓐍𓅱𓂧𓅱𓐗𓏛𓀀𓏥𓆑𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓈖𓊪𓏏𓇯\nḫwd.w.pl =f ḥmw n p,t\n\n(91) 𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓆱𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤𓆼𓄿𓇋𓇋𓂭𓂭𓍢𓀋𓂡𓅱𓂧𓈖𓏌𓅱𓍖𓏛𓏥𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓅓𓋴𓃀𓈖𓂻\nsꜣw n tꜣ ḫꜣy fꜣi̯ wdn,w ḥmw m sbn\n\n(92) 𓋴𓐟𓄿𓅱𓆱𓅓𓎼𓋴𓐟𓄿𓊊𓆼𓄿𓇋𓇋𓍢𓅓𓁹𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂻𓏥𓎟𓀀𓅨𓂋\nsꜣw m gsꜣ ḫꜣy m jri̯ nwd,w nb wr\n\n(93) 𓁷𓏤𓎁𓏏𓏏𓂡𓅓𓂜𓏏𓏏𓅪𓎟𓀀𓋴𓁷𓏤𓎛𓂝𓍑𓄿𓂡𓁷𓏤𓌡𓅱𓂝𓌨𓂋𓏏𓏛𓏥𓎡𓅓𓉐𓏤𓎡\nḥr jti̯.t m jw,t.t nb =s ḥr ḥꜥḏꜣ ḥr wꜥ ẖr,t =k m pr =k\n\n(94) 𓎛𓈎𓏏𓏊𓉔𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏊𓏤𓎛𓈖𓂝𓏏𓏐𓏒𓏥𓏤𓏤𓏤𓊪𓏏𓂋𓆴𓊪𓈖𓈎𓏏𓂡𓎡𓅓𓋴𓋴𓐟𓄿𓏏𓀁𓏏𓍯𓄿𓅱𓀢𓀀𓏥𓎡\nḥ(n)q,t hnw 1 ḥnꜥ tʾ 3 p(w)-tr pnq.t =k m ssꜣi̯.t twꜣ.w.pl =k\n\n(95) 𓇋𓈖𓅓𓏏𓀐𓅓𓏏𓀐𓎛𓈖𓂝𓌨𓂋𓀀𓁐𓏥𓆑𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓎡𓂋𓊃𓀀𓏤𓈖𓈖𓅘𓎛𓎛𓇳𓂜𓃛𓅱𓅪\njn m(w)t m(w)t ḥnꜥ ẖr.pl =f jn jw =k r z n nḥḥ n jw\n\n(96) 𓇋𓋴𓊪𓅱𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱𓎼𓋴𓐟𓄿𓅱𓊊𓏏𓐍𓏊𓈖𓈖𓌰𓅓𓅪𓂸𓏏𓂭𓂭𓏛\njs pw jws,w gsꜣ.w tḫ nnm mt(j)\n\n(97) 𓌳𓐙𓂝𓆀𓏛𓆣𓂋𓅓𓏏𓈖𓃀𓄡𓃟𓅓𓂝𓎡𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓏏𓅱𓐍𓂻𓋴𓌨𓂋𓎡𓈖𓈙𓏏𓂻𓅓\nmꜣꜥ ḫpr m tnbẖ m =k mꜣꜥ,t twḫ =s ẖr =k nš.t(j) m\n\n(98) 𓊨𓏏𓉐𓋴𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀔𓀀𓏥𓁷𓏤𓁹𓏏𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓁶𓏤𓎛𓋴𓃀𓐎𓏛𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓁷𓏤𓐞𓏤\ns,t =s sr.w.pl ḥr jri̯.t jy,t tp-ḥsb n md,t ḥr rḏi̯.t ḥr gs\n\n(99) 𓄔𓅓𓇋𓇋𓅱𓀀𓏥𓁷𓏤𓐍𓈖𓊪𓂝𓎁𓏏𓂝𓆑𓂿𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓅱𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓅓𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓋴𓁷𓏤\nsḏm,y.w.pl ḥr ḫnp jti̯ =f sjꜣt,j pw n md,t m ꜥqꜣ =s ḥr\n\n(100) 𓁹𓏏𓂋𓆑𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂻𓇋𓅓𓋴𓂋𓂝𓊡𓅱𓁷𓏤𓎼𓄿𓏏𓎣𓅪𓁷𓏤𓇾𓈇𓏤𓋴𓂋𓆑𓅱𓂉𓀁\njri̯.t r =f nwd,w jm =s rḏi̯ ṯꜣw ḥr gꜣu̯.t ḥr tꜣ srf.w\n\n(101) 𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓈖𓈙𓊪𓂉𓀁𓏏𓅱𓊪𓊃𓈙𓅱𓏴𓏛𓅓𓂝𓃹𓅱𓂡𓂧𓂋𓂡𓋴𓐟𓄿𓇋𓂋𓂋𓌗𓅪\nḥr rḏi̯.t nšp =tw psš.w m ꜥwn.w dr sꜣjr{r}\n\n(102) 𓅓𓎗𓅱𓏛𓁹𓏏𓆑𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓏤𓅓𓅱𓆓𓈖𓏌𓅱𓈗𓆑𓍙𓆑𓂡𓃛𓅱𓅪𓁷𓏤\nm wḏ jri̯.t =f dmj m wḏn,w =f ḫsf jw ḥr\n\n(103) 𓁹𓏏𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓇋𓈖𓉻𓂝𓄿𓏏𓏛𓊪𓅱𓈖𓎡\njri̯.t jy,t ḏd.jn (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj jn ꜥꜣ,t pw n =k\n\n(104) 𓇋𓅓𓇋𓇋𓁷𓏤𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂋𓎁𓏏𓂡𓏏𓅱𓌞𓅱𓂻𓀀𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓆼𓄿𓅱𓌽𓂝𓀀𓈖\njm.y ḥr jb =k r jti̯ tw šms,w =(j) ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn ḫꜣ,w n\n\n(105) 𓊢𓂝𓇤𓏛𓏥𓁷𓏤𓂿𓈖𓆑𓎔𓏛𓈖𓎡𓇋𓇋𓀀𓁷𓏤𓉔𓈎𓋴𓅪𓉔𓄿𓅱𓏛𓏥𓆑𓋴𓌫𓅓𓂻𓀀𓂋\nꜥḥꜥ ḥr sjꜣṯ n =f mḥ n ky ḥr hqs hꜣw =f sšmi̯ r\n\n(106) 𓉔𓊪𓅱𓏛𓏥𓁷𓏤𓎗𓅱𓏛𓂝𓍯𓄿𓏏𓂝𓈖𓅓𓂝𓇋𓂋𓆑𓍙𓆑𓂡𓆑𓃀𓅱𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓂧𓂋𓂝\nhp.w.pl ḥr wḏ ꜥwꜣi̯.t nm jr =f ḫsf =f bw-ḥwr,w dr\n\n(107) 𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓅪𓏥𓁷𓏤𓁹𓏏𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂻𓏥𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓎡𓇋𓇋𓀀𓁷𓏤𓆼𓄿𓃀𓃀𓌳𓌳\nnw ḥr jri̯.t nwd.w ꜥqꜣ ky ḥr ḫꜣbb\n\n(108) 𓅱𓆑𓄿𓅬𓀁𓎡𓇋𓇋𓀀𓁹𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓇋𓏏𓂋𓆴𓅠𓅓𓎡𓂋𓎡𓈖𓎡𓎛𓂝𓅪𓍙𓆑𓂡𓄫𓅱\nwfꜣ ky jri̯ jy,t j⟨n⟩ tr gmi̯ =k r =k n =k ḥ⟨w⟩ꜥ ḫsf ꜣw\n\n(109) 𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓂻𓅱𓃀𓇋𓈞𓄑𓀁𓂋𓊨𓏏𓉐𓆑𓈖𓏏𓋴𓆑𓇳𓏤𓎗𓅱𓏛𓂋𓆑𓊪𓅱𓁹𓈖𓁹𓂋\njy,t jwi̯ bj(ꜣ) r s,t =f n.t sf wḏ r =f pw jri̯ n jrr\n\n(110) 𓂋𓂋𓂝𓏏𓁹𓆑𓇼𓄿𓀢𓊹𓈖𓆑𓊪𓅱𓁷𓏤𓁹𓂋𓏏𓆑𓈖𓇋𓏏𓂢𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓊪𓅱𓁶𓏤𓂝𓏤\nr rḏi̯.t jri̯ =f dwꜣ nṯr n =f pw ḥr jrr.t =f nj.t ḫ,t pw tp-ꜥ\n\n(111) 𓋴𓄝𓏏𓂡𓎗𓅱𓏛𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓊪𓅱𓈖𓎟𓎛𓆰𓈖𓏏𓎨𓏛𓀀𓇉𓄿𓀁𓄿𓄿𓏏𓇳𓀗𓋴𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅬𓅪𓋴\nsti̯.⟨t⟩ wḏ ḫ,t pw n nb-ḥn,t ḥꜣ ꜣ ꜣ,t sḥtm =s\n\n(112) 𓊪𓈖𓂝𓊛𓅓𓂋𓅱𓇋𓇭𓎡𓂝𓈖𓂧𓅪𓅓𓄿𓊪𓂧𓅱𓅬𓏥𓎡𓐍𓃀𓅡𓄿𓌼𓂝\npnꜥ m rwj =k ꜥnd m ꜣpd.w.pl =k ḫbꜣ\n\n(113) 𓅓𓈎𓃀𓎛𓅱𓏁𓈗𓅬𓏥𓎡𓉐𓂋𓂻𓌳𓁹𓄿𓅱𓀀𓈙𓊪𓅱𓁹𓏏𓄔𓅓𓅱𓀀𓊃𓐍𓅱𓄔\nm qbḥ,w =k pri̯ mꜣ.w šp.w{t} sḏm.w sḫ.w\n\n(114) 𓋴𓌫𓅓𓅱𓂻𓀀𓆣𓂋𓅓𓋴𓏏𓈖𓌰𓅓𓅱𓂻𓀀\nsšm.w ḫpr m stnm.w\n\n(115) 𓂝𓈖𓃀𓂋𓅱𓎅𓏤𓇋𓈖𓏏𓂋𓆴𓊃𓈖𓃀𓂝𓈖𓎡𓁹𓂋𓎡𓂋𓎡𓇋𓂋𓆑𓂋𓅓𓂝\nꜥnbr,w jn tr snb.n =k jrr =k r =k jr =f r-m\n\n(116) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓈖𓆱𓐍𓏏𓂡𓄊𓋴𓂋𓏏𓂝𓂝𓏤𓎡𓉐𓂋𓂻\nm =k tw nḫt.(tj) wsr.t(j) ꜥ =k pri̯\n\n(117) 𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓊃𓆑𓂉𓀁𓋴𓍯𓄿𓏴𓈐𓁷𓏤𓎡𓈖𓐍𓀁𓅱𓏭\njb =k ꜥwn sf swꜣ ḥr =k nḫ.wj\n\n(118) 𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀𓋴𓎝𓎡𓇋𓇋𓅪𓎡𓏏𓅱𓏏𓀾𓏛𓎡𓈖\nmꜣjr ski̯.y =k twt =k n\n\n(119) 𓄋𓊪𓅱𓏏𓏭𓂻𓀀𓈖𓏃𓈖𓏏𓆊𓅆𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓏴𓏏𓈐[⯑]\nwpw,tj n Ḫnt,(j) m =k tw swꜣ.t(j) ḥr\n\n(120) 𓎟𓏏𓇋𓂧𓅱𓇯𓆗𓂜𓈖𓈖𓎡𓂜𓈖𓈖𓋴𓂜𓈖𓋴𓂜𓈖𓂋𓎡\nNb,t-jdw nn n =k nn n =s nn ⟨r⟩ =s nn r =k\n\n(121) 𓂜𓁹𓂋𓎡𓋴𓏏𓂜𓁹𓂋𓋴𓏏𓊃𓆑𓂉𓀁𓎟𓏏𓏐𓏒𓏥𓀀𓈖𓆱𓐍𓏏𓂡𓈖\nn jr{r} =k st n jr{r} =s ⟨s⟩t sf nb tʾ nḫt n\n\n(122) 𓐍𓈖𓂋𓍕𓀁𓀀𓏏𓏏𓀾𓏛𓅷𓄿𓅱𓏏𓂡𓏥𓈖𓂜𓏏𓅱𓅪𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓆑\nḫnr t(w)t ṯꜣw.t n jw,tw ḫ,t =f\n\n(123) 𓐍𓈖𓊪𓂡𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓇋𓈖𓐍𓈖𓍕𓀁𓊃𓊪𓊗𓃀𓇋𓈖𓅪𓂜𓏏𓏭𓆄𓅱𓇋𓅱𓅪\nḫnp ḫ,t jn ḫnj sp bjn ⟨n⟩ jw,tj šw.jw\n\n(124) 𓂜𓈖𓂋𓆑𓍿𓋴𓍞𓏛𓏏𓅱𓇋𓅓𓆑𓎛𓎛𓂻𓈖𓆑𓊪𓅱𓇋𓅱𓎡𓇓𓅱𓏏𓋴𓐟𓄿𓏏𓀁\nnn r =f ṯs =tw jm =f ḥḥ n =f pw jw =k swt sꜣi̯.t(j)\n\n(125) 𓅓𓏏𓏐𓏒𓎡𓏏𓐍𓏏𓏊𓅓𓎛𓈎𓏏𓏊𓎡𓇋𓅱𓎡𓐍𓅱𓂧𓏏𓐗𓏛𓍱𓋳𓏛𓏥\nm tʾ =k tḫi̯.t(j) m ḥ(n)q,t =k jw =k ḫwd.t(j) [m] ⸮sšr.pl?\n\n(126) 𓎟𓏥𓇋𓅱𓁷𓏤𓈖𓈞𓅓𓇋𓇋𓊦𓀀𓂋𓄂𓏏𓏤𓋴𓃀𓈖𓆟𓂧𓊪𓏏𓊛𓂋\nnb.pl jw ḥr n ḥmy r-ḥꜣ,t sbn dp,t r\n\n(127) 𓌸𓂋𓂋𓀁𓋴𓇋𓅱𓇓𓏏𓈖𓅆𓅓𓏃𓈖𓏏𓂉𓉐𓇋𓅱𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓂝𓎡\nmrr =s jw nswt m ḫnt(j) jw ḥmw [m] ꜥ =k\n\n(128) 𓂋𓂝𓏏𓅱𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓅓𓉔𓄿𓅱𓏛𓏥𓎡𓄫𓅱𓄭𓂋𓅱𓀁𓀀𓅱𓂧𓈖𓍖𓈒𓏥\nrḏi̯.tw jy,t m-hꜣ,w =k ꜣw spr,w wdn\n\n(129) 𓆑𓂧𓈎𓏴𓇋𓍱𓋴𓏏𓀁𓊪𓅱𓈖𓏏𓏭𓇋𓅓𓎡𓄿𓀁𓏏𓅱𓁹𓇋𓃀𓃙𓅱𓉐𓏤𓏥\nfdq jšs.t pw ((n,tj)) ((jm)) kꜣ =tw jri̯ jb,w\n\n(130) 𓋴𓈖𓃀𓏛𓌸𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓏏𓈇𓏤𓎡𓅓𓂝𓎡𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓏤𓎡𓍲𓈖𓏌𓅱𓆊\nsnb mr,yt =k m =k dmj =k šn.w\n\n(131) 𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓈖𓄓𓄹𓎡𓏶𓅓𓂜𓎡𓏏𓈖𓌰𓅓𓅱𓂻𓏏𓍔𓄿𓅓𓅱𓆙\nꜥqꜣ ns =k jmi̯ =k tnm.w tꜣm,w\n\n(132) 𓊪𓅱𓈖𓊃𓀀𓏤𓂝𓏏𓄹𓇋𓅓𓆑𓅓𓆓𓂧𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓀸𓂡𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀙𓀀𓏥\npw n z ꜥ,t jm =f m ḏd grg sꜣw sr.w.pl\n\n(133) 𓏠𓈖𓆓𓇛𓅓𓎅𓏤𓊪𓅱𓎙𓆓𓇋𓇋𓅱𓂡𓄔𓅓𓇋𓇋𓅱𓀀𓏥𓄦𓋴𓅓𓆰𓏤𓏥𓋴𓈖𓏥\nmnḏm pw ꜥḏ.yw sḏm,y.w.pl sm =sn\n\n(134) 𓊪𓅱𓆓𓂧𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓃹𓈖𓆑𓇋𓇩𓋴𓅱𓆰𓁷𓏤𓄣𓏤𓋴𓈖𓏥𓂋𓐍𓏛𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥\npw ḏd grg wn =f js.w ḥr jb =sn rḫ-ḫ,t\n\n(135) 𓈖𓂋𓍿𓀀𓁐𓏥𓎟𓏏𓇋𓈖𓐍𓅓𓂜𓎡𓅓𓉔𓄿𓅱𓏛𓏥𓀀\nn r(m)ṯ.pl nb.t jn ḫm =k m hꜣw =j\n\n(136) 𓂧𓂋𓂡𓋴𓐟𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓂡𓈖𓈗𓅪𓎟𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓌨𓂋\ndr sꜣjr-n-mw nb m =k wj ẖr\n\n(137) 𓅓𓂝𓏏𓈖𓏌𓅱𓌙𓅬𓈐𓏥𓃛𓅱𓏴𓏠𓈖𓇋𓊧𓊛𓎔𓎛𓈗𓎟\nmtnw jw mnj mḥ nb\n\n(138) 𓄞𓂧𓂝𓃀𓎼𓄿𓅱𓈗𓀀𓄡𓂧𓂋𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓅓𓉔𓄿𓅱𓏛𓏥\nšd bgꜣ,w ẖdr =k wj m hꜣw\n\n### The Third Petition\n\n(139) 𓇋𓂋𓇥𓂋𓎡𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆓𓂧𓆑\njr.⟨j⟩ ḏr,(w) =k jwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n =f 3.nw sp ḏd =f\n\n(140) 𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓀀𓎟𓀀𓈖𓏏𓎡𓂋𓂝𓇳𓏤𓅆𓎟𓊪𓏏𓇯𓎛𓈖𓂝𓍲𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏏𓀙𓀀𓏥𓎡\n(j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =(j) ntk Rꜥ nb p,t ḥnꜥ šnw,t =k\n\n(141) 𓇋𓅱𓌨𓂋𓏏𓏛𓏥𓃀𓅱𓎟𓀀𓁐𓏥𓇋𓅓𓎡𓏇𓇋\njw ẖr,t bw-nb jm =k mj\n\n(142) 𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓇋𓇋𓈗𓈖𓏏𓎡𓎛𓂝𓊪𓈗𓅆𓋴𓇅𓆓𓏛𓆷𓈇𓏤𓏥𓎼𓂋𓍅𓏛\nnw,y ntk Ḥꜥp(j) swꜣḏ šꜣ.pl grg\n\n(143) 𓇋𓄿𓅱𓏏𓈀𓈇𓏤𓏤𓏥𓐍𓃀𓅡𓄿𓏏𓌼𓂝𓏥𓍙𓆑𓂡𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂡\njꜣ,wt.pl ḫbꜣ.t ḫsf ꜥwꜣi̯\n\n(144) 𓈖𓆓𓐩𓏌𓀁𓁷𓏤𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀𓅓𓆣𓂋𓅓𓅱𓆓𓈖𓏌𓅱𓈗\nnḏ ḥr mꜣjr m ḫpr m wḏn,w\n\n(145) 𓂋𓋴𓄭𓂋𓅱𓀁𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓀸𓂡𓏏𓎡𓈖𓂻𓈖𓅘𓎛𓎛𓇳\nr spr.w sꜣw tkn nḥḥ\n\n(146) 𓌸𓂋𓀁𓎝𓎛𓏛𓏇𓇋𓆓𓂧𓊡𓅱𓊪𓅱𓈖𓆑𓈖𓂧𓂉𓁹𓏏𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛\nmri̯ wꜣḥ mj ḏd ṯꜣw pw n fnd jri̯.t mꜣꜥ,t\n\n(147) 𓁹𓐍𓋴𓆑𓏏𓍙𓆑𓂋𓍙𓆑𓅱𓂡𓈖𓆑𓂜𓈖𓋴𓈖𓏒𓏛𓏏𓅱𓂋𓁶𓏤𓐎𓏛𓎡\njri̯ ḫsf,t r ḫsf.w n =f nn sn =tw r tp-ḥsb =k\n\n(148) 𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱𓈖𓈖𓌰𓅓𓅪𓆑𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱\njn jw jws,w nnm =f jn jw\n\n(149) 𓅓𓂝𓆼𓄿𓏏𓍸𓆱𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓁷𓏤𓐞𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓂋𓆑𓅝𓏏𓏭𓅆\nmḫꜣ,t ḥr rḏi̯.t ḥr gs jn jw r =f Ḏḥwtj\n\n(150) 𓊃𓆑𓈖𓂉𓀁𓆑𓇋𓐍𓁹𓎡𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓂋𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓏤𓏤𓏌𓈖\nsfn =f jḫ jri̯ =k jy,t ⸢rḏi̯⸣ =k tw ⟨m⟩ 2.nw n\n\n(151) 𓏤𓏤𓏤𓊪𓈖𓇋𓂋𓋴𓆑𓈖𓂉𓀁𓏤𓏤𓏤𓐍𓂋𓎡𓋴𓆑𓈖𓂉𓀁𓎡𓅓\n3 pn jr sfn 3 ḫr =k sfn =k m\n\n(152) 𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓄤𓆑𓂋𓏏𓅓𓃀𓇋𓈖𓏏𓅪𓅓𓂋𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅓𓊨𓏏𓉐𓎡𓏏\nwšb nfr,t m bjn,t m rḏi̯ k.t m s,t k.t\n\n(153) 𓂋𓂧𓅱𓇝𓏛𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓂋𓋴𓈖𓌰𓅓𓇋𓇋𓏏𓆰𓏤𓏥𓂋𓂧𓏇𓇋\nrd.w md,t r snm,yt r dmj\n\n(154) 𓈖𓐍𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂉𓀁𓅓𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓋴𓈖𓏏𓆑𓈗𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓂻\nn ḫnm m wšb =s ntf jy,t\n\n(155) 𓂋𓂋𓂝𓏏𓂋𓂧𓇝𓏛𓎛𓃀𓋴𓅱𓋳𓏤𓏥𓋴𓊪𓅱𓊗𓏤𓏤𓏤\nr rḏi̯.t rd ḥbs,w sp.w 3\n\n(156) 𓊪𓅱𓂋𓂋𓂝𓏏𓁹𓆑𓁹𓂋𓎡𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓂋𓈖𓂧𓃀𓇋𓇋𓏏𓋳\npw r rḏi̯.t jri̯ =f jri̯ r =k ḥmw r ndb,yt\n\n(157) 𓄞𓂧𓂝𓅱𓆓𓈖𓏌𓅱𓈗𓂋𓁹𓏏[⯑]𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓀸𓂡\nšdi̯ wḏn,w r jri̯.t mꜣꜥ,[t] sꜣw\n\n(158) 𓇉𓄿𓊛𓎡𓂋𓎡𓁷𓏤𓄤𓆑𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓍢𓏤[⯑]𓈖𓏏𓇾𓈇𓏤\nḥꜣ =k r =k ḥr nfry,t ꜥqꜣ,yt n.t tꜣ\n\n(159) 𓁹𓏏𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓅱𓏛𓅓𓆓𓂧𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓇋𓅱𓎡𓅨𓂋𓏏𓅓𓇋𓇩𓊃𓆰\njri̯.t mꜣꜥ,t{w} m ḏd grg jw =k wr.t(j) m js\n\n(160) 𓇋𓅱𓎡𓂧𓈖𓋴𓏏𓍖𓏛𓅓𓆓𓂧𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓈖𓏏𓎡𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱\njw =k dns.t(j) m ḏd grg ntk jws,w\n\n(161) 𓅓𓏏𓈖𓃀𓄡𓅱𓃟𓈖𓏏𓎡𓁶𓏤𓐎𓏛𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓁶𓏤𓌡𓂝𓏤\nm tnbẖ.w ntk tp-ḥsb m =k tw m tp wꜥ\n\n(162) 𓎛𓈖𓂝𓃛𓅱𓋴𓅱𓆱𓇋𓂋𓎼𓄿𓋴𓐟𓊊𓆑𓐍𓂋𓎡\nḥnꜥ jws,w jr gꜣsꜣ =f ḫr =k\n\n(163) 𓎼𓅱𓋴𓐟𓄿𓊊𓎡𓅓𓋴𓃀𓈖𓂻𓁹𓂋𓎡𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓄞𓂧𓂡\ngwsꜣ =k m sbn jri̯ r =k ḥmw šdi̯\n\n(164) 𓁷𓏤𓄤𓆑𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓍢𓏤𓅓𓎁𓏏𓂡𓁹𓂋𓎡𓂋𓎁𓏏𓅱𓂡𓀀\nḥr nfry,t m jti̯ jri̯ r =k r jt,w\n\n(165) 𓂜𓅨𓂋𓇋𓋴𓊪𓅱𓅨𓂋𓇋𓅓𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓄣𓏤𓏏𓐍𓍠𓊪𓅱\nn wr js pw wr jm ꜥwn jb tḫ pw\n\n(166) 𓈖𓄓𓋴𓄹𓎡𓂧𓃀𓈖𓄲𓊌𓊪𓅱𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂋𓏠𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏛𓆑𓊪𓅱𓋴𓊪𓏏𓂎𓎡𓏭\nns =k dbn pw jb =k rmn.w =f pw sp,t =kj\n\n(167) 𓇋𓂋𓎛𓃀𓋳𓎡𓁷𓏤𓎡𓂋𓈖𓆱𓐍𓏏𓏤𓂡𓁷𓏤\njr ḥb⟨s⟩ =k ḥr =k r nḫt ḥr\n\n(168) 𓈖𓅓𓂝𓇋𓂋𓆑𓍙𓆑𓂡𓆑𓃀𓅱𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓\nn-m jr =f ḫsf =f bw-ḥwr,w m =k tw m\n\n(169) 𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓀀𓈖𓅺𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓄣𓏤𓁷𓏤𓌉𓆓𓏏𓏴\nḥwr,w n rḫt,j ꜥwn jb ḥr ḥḏi̯.t\n\n(170) 𓐍𓈖𓌰𓅓𓋴𓀙𓃀𓍔𓏏𓈖𓂡𓅓𓂝𓎛𓆰𓈖𓎡𓀀𓆑𓈖𓏏𓍯𓄿𓀢𓀀𓆑\nḫnms btꜣ{n} mḥnk =f n twꜣ =f\n\n(171) 𓌢𓈖𓀀𓆑𓊪𓅱𓇍𓇋𓇋𓂻𓏎𓈖𓈖𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱\nsn =f pw jyi̯.y jni̯ n =f m =k tw ⟨m⟩\n\n(172) 𓅓𓂝𓄚𓈖𓏏𓏭𓊛𓀀𓍑𓄿𓏴𓊛𓎟𓉔𓅓𓏏𓏛𓀀𓂝𓈎𓄿𓇋𓇋𓂭𓂭𓏛\nmẖn,tj ḏꜣi̯ nb hm,t ꜥqꜣ.y\n\n(173) 𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓆑𓆑𓂧𓈎𓅱𓏴𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓁷𓂋𓇯𓍲𓈖𓂝𓅱𓍁𓉐\nꜥqꜣ =f fdq.w m =k tw m ḥr,(j)-šnꜥ,w\n\n(174) 𓂜𓂋𓂝𓈖𓆑𓋴𓍯𓄿𓏴𓈐𓆄𓅱𓅪𓀀𓁷𓏤𓂝𓏤𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱\nn rḏi̯.n =f swꜣ šw ḥr-ꜥ m =k tw ⟨m⟩\n\n(175) 𓍿𓈖𓁷𓂋𓏊𓅬𓈖𓂋𓐍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅚𓀀𓁐𓏥𓋹𓈖𓐍𓅓𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓏥𓏌𓏤\nṯnḥr n rḫ,yt ꜥnḫ m ḥwr,w.pl n.w\n\n(176) 𓄿𓊪𓂧𓅱𓅬𓏥𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓏊𓅱𓀀𓂋𓈙𓂉𓀁𓆑𓊪𓅱𓂋𓐍𓋴𓌪𓂝\nꜣpd.w.pl m =k tw ⟨m⟩ wdp,w ršu̯ =f pw rḫs\n\n(177) 𓂜𓈖𓇋𓄿𓏏𓅂𓂿𓇋𓂋𓏭𓂋𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓀸𓅱𓀀𓂜𓈋𓅱𓅪𓋴𓇋𓋴\nnn jꜣtjw jr,j r =f m =k tw m mnj,w n ḏwi̯ =s js\n\n(178) 𓂋𓀀𓂜𓇋𓊪𓏛𓈖𓎡𓇋𓐍𓏛𓁹𓎡𓈖𓉔𓅱𓅪𓅓𓅓𓋴𓎛𓆊\nr =j n jp.n =k jḫ jri̯ =k nh,w m msḥ\n\n(179) 𓋴𓎡𓈖𓆊𓇋𓃀𓃙𓅱𓉐𓏥𓏏𓈙𓂾𓂻𓂋𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓏤𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤𓂋𓇥𓂋𓆑\nskn jb,w tši̯ r dmj n tꜣ r-ḏr =f\n\n(180) 𓄔𓅓𓅱𓂜𓄿𓄔𓅓𓈖𓎡𓍃𓅓𓎡𓏏𓂋𓆴𓄔𓅓𓁷𓏤𓅓𓂝𓇋𓅱𓏇𓈖𓇳\nsḏm.w n ꜣ sḏm.n =k tm =k tr sḏm ḥr-m jw mjn\n\n(181) 𓄿𓍙𓆑𓂡𓈖𓀀𓄿𓂧𓅱𓆊𓇋𓅱𓅓𓋴𓎛𓆊𓆱𓐍𓏏𓂻𓆑𓊪𓏏𓂋𓆴𓂋𓆑\nꜣ ḫsf.n =j ꜣd,w jw msḥ ḫti̯ =f ptr r =f\n\n(182) 𓆎𓅓𓏛𓇋𓂋𓏭𓈖𓎡𓅠𓅓𓏏𓅱𓇋𓏠𓈖𓏌𓅱𓀢𓏛𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓂋𓂝𓏏𓐟𓏤\nkm jr,j n =k gmi̯.tw jmn,w mꜣꜥ,t rḏi̯.t(w) sꜣ\n\n(183) 𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓂋𓇾𓈇𓏤𓅓𓎼𓂋𓍅𓏛𓇼𓄿𓇳𓂜𓇍𓇋𓏏𓂻𓆑𓂜\ngrg r tꜣ m grg dwꜣ n jyi̯.t =f n\n\n(184) 𓂋𓐍𓏛𓈖𓏏𓅱𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓇋𓅓𓆑𓇋𓋴𓏏𓂋𓆑𓆓𓂧𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁\nrḫ.n.tw jy,t jm =f jst r =f ḏd.n sḫ,tj pn md,t\n\n(185) 𓏏𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓂋𓊪𓎼𓄿𓂘𓈖𓂝𓂋𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓉐\ntn ⟨n⟩ (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w sꜣ Rnsj r pgꜣ n ꜥrr,yt\n\n(186) 𓊢𓂝𓈖𓂋𓂝𓈖𓆑𓊢𓂝𓂻𓏶𓎃𓀀𓏤𓏤𓂋𓆑𓌨𓂋𓋴𓏇𓇋𓅱𓄛𓏤𓏥𓊢𓂝𓈖[⯑]𓋴𓈖𓏥\nꜥḥꜥ.n rḏi̯.n =f ꜥḥꜥ jm,(j)-sꜣ 2 r =f ẖr smj.w.pl ꜥḥꜥ.n ꜥꜣg.⟨n⟩ =sn\n\n(187) 𓂝𓏏𓄹𓆑𓎟𓏏𓇋𓅓𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓅭𓀀𓌸𓂋𓅱𓀀\nꜥ,t =f nb.t jm ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn sꜣ Mr,w\n\n(188) 𓏏𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂻𓐍𓂋𓆑𓁷𓏤𓆑𓈙𓊪𓁹𓂋𓌳𓁹𓄿𓄿𓏏𓆑𓊃𓐍𓄔𓂋𓄔𓅓𓏏𓆑\ntnm.ḫr =f ḥr =f šp r mꜣꜣ.t =f sḫ r sḏm.t =f\n\n(189) 𓏏𓉔𓂾𓂻𓄣𓏤𓁷𓏤𓋴𓆼𓄿𓇋𓇋𓏏𓀁𓈖𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓊖𓏏𓏤\nthi̯ jb ḥr sḫꜣ.y.t n =f m =k tw m nʾ,t\n\n(190) 𓂜𓈖𓋾𓉗𓏏𓊖𓀀𓋴𓏇𓇋𓄡𓏏𓏤𓀀𓁐𓏥𓂜𓈖𓅨𓂋𓀀𓋴𓏇𓇋𓂧𓊪𓏏𓊛\nnn ḥqꜣ-ḥw,t =s mj ẖ,t nn wr =s mj dp,t\n\n(191) 𓂜𓈖𓋴𓐍𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏛𓀀𓇋𓅓𓋴𓄥𓅓𓇋𓇋𓏏𓂡𓀀𓏥𓂜𓈖𓋴𓌫𓅓𓅱𓂻𓀀𓋴\nnn sḫry jm ⟨mj⟩ smꜣy,t nn sšm,w =s\n\n(192) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓍢𓏏𓂝𓇋𓅷𓄿𓂡𓀀𓋾𓉗𓏏𓊖𓀀𓊏𓊪𓅱𓂝\nm =k tw m šnt jṯꜣ ḥqꜣ-ḥw,t šsp.w\n\n(193) 𓅓𓂋𓅱𓈇𓏤𓀀𓍙𓆑𓂡𓎛𓂝𓍑𓄿𓂡𓆣𓂋𓅓𓏶𓅓𓄂𓏏𓏤𓈖𓁹𓂋𓀀\n(j)m,(j)-rʾ-w ḫsf ḥꜥḏꜣ ḫpr m jm,(j)-ḥꜣ,t n jrr\n\n### The Fourth Petition\n\n(194) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓅠𓅓𓈖𓇓𓅱𓁷𓏤\njwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n =f 4.nw sp gmi̯.n =⟨f⟩ sw ḥr\n\n(195) 𓉐𓂋𓏏𓂻𓅓𓋴𓃀𓇼𓄿𓉐𓈖𓊹𓉗𓏏𓉐𓈖𓏏𓁷𓂋𓇯𓈙𓈇𓆑𓅆\npri̯.t m sbꜣ n ḥw,t-nṯr n.t Ḥr,(j)-š≡f\n\n(196) 𓆓𓂧𓆑𓎛𓎿𓊃𓅱𓀁𓎛𓎿𓊃𓀁𓏏𓅱𓁷𓂋𓇯𓈙𓈇𓆑𓅆𓇍𓇋𓂻𓈖𓎡\nḏd =f ḥs,w ḥsi̯ tw Ḥr,(j)-š≡f jyi̯.n =k\n\n(197) 𓅓𓉐𓆑𓌉𓆓𓏴𓃀𓅱𓄤𓆑𓂋𓂜𓈖𓂝𓃀𓏏𓄏𓏛𓆑𓊪𓏏𓐍𓂻𓐟𓏤𓈖\nm pr =f ḥḏi̯ bw-nfr nn ꜥb.t =f ptḫ sꜣ n\n\n(198) 𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓏥𓂋𓇾𓈇𓏤𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓏏𓄿𓅓𓂝𓄚𓈖𓏏𓊛𓋴\ngrg r tꜣ jn jw tꜣ mẖn,t ={s} ⟨sꜥq.t(j)⟩\n\n(199) 𓍑𓄿𓏴𓊛𓏏𓅱𓇋𓂋𓆑𓅓𓂝𓊃𓆣𓂋𓊃𓊪𓊗𓅓𓄟𓊃𓂧𓂧𓀁[⯑]\nḏꜣi̯ =tw jr =f ⟨m⟩-m sḫpr sp m ⸢msdd⸣ [ḏ]ꜣi̯.t\n\n(200) 𓇋𓏏𓂋𓅱𓈘𓅓𓐟𓏤𓏏𓃀𓅱𓏏𓏭𓋸𓋸𓍑𓄿𓏏𓏴𓊛𓄤𓆑𓂋𓂜𓈖\njtr,w m-sꜣ tbw,tj ḏꜣi̯.t nfr nn\n\n(201) 𓈖𓅓𓈖𓏏𓂋𓆴𓋴𓇥𓂋𓁀𓂋𓊏𓊪𓇳𓏤𓌉𓆓𓏴𓈝𓅓𓏏𓂻𓅓\nn-m tr sḏr r sšp ḥḏi̯ šmi̯.t m\n\n(202) 𓎼𓂋𓎛⯑𓊄𓃀𓏭𓂻𓅓𓉔𓂋𓅱𓇳𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓊢𓂝𓂻𓊃𓀀𓏤𓂋\ngrḥ sbi̯.j m hrw rḏi̯.t ꜥḥꜥ s r\n\n(203) 𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆑𓄤𓆑𓂋𓈖𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓅓𓂝𓎡𓂜𓈖𓆎𓅓𓏛𓈖𓆓𓂧\nsp =f nfr n-wn-mꜣꜥ,{t} m =k nn km n ḏd\n\n(204) 𓈖𓎡𓋴𓏏𓋴𓆑𓂉𓀁𓋴𓍯𓄿𓏴𓈐𓁷𓂋𓏤𓎡𓈖𓐍𓀁𓅱𓏭𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀\nn =k st sf swꜣ ḥr =k nḫ.wj mꜣjr\n\n(205) 𓋴𓎝𓎡𓇋𓇋𓅪𓎡𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓎔𓎛𓅱𓊛𓆟𓀀\nski̯.y =k m =k tw m mḥ,w\n\n(206) 𓇋𓂝𓈗𓄣𓏤𓆑𓅱𓂧𓂧𓏴𓂋𓁹𓏏𓌸𓂋𓏏𓀁𓆑𓆼𓄿𓂝𓂡𓂧𓃀𓅱𓃯𓏥\njꜥi̯ jb =f wdd r jri̯.t mri̯.t =f ḫꜣꜥ db.w.pl\n\n(207) 𓋴𓄝𓏏𓂝𓋴𓌳𓄿𓅓𓅱𓃓𓏥𓄖𓂻𓂋𓅓𓅱𓆟𓏥𓊃𓐍𓏏𓌦𓂝\nsti̯ smꜣm.w.pl pḥ rm.w.pl sḫt\n\n(208) 𓄿𓊪𓂧𓅱𓅬𓏥𓂜𓈖𓆼𓄿𓐍𓂻𓂋𓏤𓀀𓆄𓅱𓅪𓅓𓅱𓂝𓂋𓅱𓂾𓀁\nꜣpd.w.pl nn ḫꜣḫ-rʾ šwi̯ m wꜥr,w\n\n(209) 𓂜𓈖𓇋𓇩𓊃𓆰𓄣𓏤𓀀𓂧𓈖𓋴𓍖𓏛𓊃𓐍𓂋𓏛𓄡𓏏𓏤𓍯𓄿𓎛𓎝𓏛\nnn js-jb dns sḫr ẖ,t wꜣḥ\n\n(210) 𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂋𓐍𓏛𓎡𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓂧𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓂝𓍉𓏏𓏛𓎡𓂋\njb =k rḫ =k mꜣꜥ,t dꜣjr stp.t =k r\n\n(211) 𓄤𓆑𓂋𓃀𓋴𓋴𓆟𓂻𓎼𓂋𓅱𓀁𓀀𓂜𓈖𓊃𓄡𓅓𓅱𓂻𓀀\nnfr bss gr.w nn sẖm,w\n\n(212) 𓅓𓂝𓆓𓂧𓐥𓂝𓃀𓅱𓇋𓈎𓂋𓏛𓂜𓈖𓃹𓈖𓐍𓆼𓄿𓐍𓂻𓄣𓏤𓀀\nmḏd bw-jqr nn-wn ḫꜣḫ-jb\n\n(213) 𓏎𓈖𓏏𓅱𓂝𓊃𓅠𓅓𓎛𓁹𓁹𓁹𓋴𓅱𓍑𓄿𓏛𓏏𓅱𓄣𓏤𓅓𓎡𓄿𓉔𓋴𓅱𓀁\njni̯.tw ꜥ sgmḥ jr,t.du swḏꜣ.tw jb m kꜣhs.w\n\n(214) 𓐍𓏏𓆑𓄊𓋴𓂋𓂝𓎡𓍃𓅓𓄭𓂋𓂻𓃀𓅱𓈋𓅱𓅪𓂋𓎡\nḫft wsr =k tm spr bw-ḏw r =k\n\n(215) 𓊃𓍯𓄿𓏴𓈐𓁷𓏤𓊃𓊪𓊗𓇋𓅱𓆑𓂋𓌢𓈖𓏌𓅱𓏤𓏤𓇋𓈖𓏶𓀁𓀀𓂧𓊪𓄓𓀁\nswꜣ ḥr sp jw =f r sn.w jn wnm dp\n\n(216) 𓇋𓅱𓅱𓄞𓂧𓅱𓀁𓅱𓈙𓃀𓏴𓀁𓆑𓇋𓈖𓊃𓇥𓂋𓂋𓅱𓁀𓀀𓌳𓁹𓄿𓄿\njw wšd.w wšb =f jn sḏr,w mꜣꜣ\n\n(217) 𓂋𓋴𓅱𓏏𓌘𓁹𓇋𓂋𓅱𓆓𓂝𓐣𓏛𓂋𓅱𓏏𓇯𓅓\nrs,wt jr wḏꜥ rw,t m\n\n(218) 𓍙𓆑𓅱𓂡𓈖𓆑𓇋𓅱𓆑𓅓𓏶𓅓𓄂𓏏𓏤𓈖𓁹𓂋𓀀𓅱𓆼𓄿𓅪𓀀\nḫsf.w n =f jw =f m jm,(j)-ḥꜣ,t n jrr wḫꜣ\n\n(219) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓊪𓎛𓏏𓄖𓂻𓐍𓅓𓂜𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓀀𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱\nm =k tw pḥ.t(j) ḫm-ḫ,t m =k tw\n\n(220) 𓅱𓄞𓂧𓀀𓏏𓊪𓈖𓈎𓂝𓀀𓈗𓇋𓇋𓈗𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅧𓈎𓏏𓂻\nwšd.t(j) pnq mw,y m =k tw ꜥq.t(j)\n\n(221) 𓈞𓅓𓇋𓇋𓊦𓀀𓅓𓋴𓃀𓈖𓆟𓂻𓂧𓊪𓅱𓏏𓊛𓎡𓋴𓋹𓈖𓐍𓅱𓀀\nḥmy m sbn dp,wt =k sꜥnḫ,w\n\n(222) 𓅓𓂋𓂝𓅓𓏏𓀏𓏏𓅱𓋴𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅱𓅯𓅪𓀀𓅓𓂋𓂝\nm-rḏi̯ m(w)t =tw sḥtm,w m-rḏi̯\n\n(223) 𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅯𓅪𓏏𓅱𓆄𓅱𓇋𓇋𓏏𓇳𓏤𓅓𓁹𓅓𓆄𓅱𓇳𓃀𓇋𓃙𓅱𓉐𓏥\nḥtm =tw šw,yt m jri̯ m šw {b}jb,w\n\n(224) 𓅓𓂋𓂝𓎁𓏏𓂝𓆊𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓄿𓅓𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓎡\nm-rḏi̯ jti̯ msḥ 4.nw sp ꜣ m spr n =k\n\n### The Fifth Petition\n\n(225) 𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓅨𓂋𓈙𓇳𓀀𓂋𓆑𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋\njn r =f wrš =j r =f jwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r\n\n(226) 𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓎟𓀀𓀀𓇋𓅱\nspr n =f 5.nw sp ḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j jw\n\n(227) 𓐍𓂝𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂝𓀀[⯑] […] [⯑]\nḫwd,w ḥr […] [__]y,w\n\n(228) 𓁷𓏤𓋴𓌳𓄿𓅓𓌪𓂝𓇍𓇋𓇋𓂻𓆟𓋴𓄝𓂝𓂋𓅓𓅱𓆟𓏥𓀀\nḥr smꜣm jy sti̯-rm.w.pl\n\n(229) 𓁷𓏤𓆼𓄿𓐍𓂝𓂝𓅱𓃀𓃀𓅱𓆟𓏥𓍑𓄿𓃀𓎛𓅱𓂝𓀀\nḥr ḫꜣ{ḫ}ꜥ wbb.w.pl ḏꜣbḥ,w\n\n(230) 𓂋𓅯𓄿𓈎𓂋𓅱𓆟𓏥𓇋𓅱𓊠𓂝𓆟𓏥𓀀𓐍𓃀𓅡𓌼𓂝𓆑𓇋𓏏𓂋𓅱𓈘\nr pꜣqr.w.pl jw wḥꜥ ḫbꜣ =f jtr,w\n\n(231) 𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱𓅓𓏠𓈖𓏏𓏛𓇋𓂋𓏭𓅓𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓀀\nm =k tw m mn,t jr,j m ꜥwn ḥwr,w\n\n(232) 𓁷𓏤𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓆑𓆑𓈖𓅪𓂋𓐍𓏛𓈖𓎡𓇓𓅱𓊡𓅱𓊪𓅱𓈖\nḥr ḫ,t =f fn rḫ.n =k sw ṯꜣw pw n\n\n(233) 𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓆑𓂧𓃀𓃀𓂝𓆑𓈖𓂧𓂉𓆑𓊪𓅱𓈖𓈞𓅓𓂝\nmꜣjr ḫ,t =f dbb fnd =f pw nḥm\n\n(234) 𓋴𓏏𓂋𓂝𓈖𓏏𓅱𓎡𓂋𓄔𓅓𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓂋𓅱𓆓𓂝𓐣𓏛𓌢𓈖𓏌𓅱𓀀𓏤𓏤\nst rḏi̯.n.tw =k r sḏm md,t r wḏꜥ sn.wj\n\n(235) 𓂋𓍙𓆑𓂡𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂝𓁹𓂋𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓀋𓂝𓊪𓅱𓈖𓇋𓅷𓄿𓂡𓀀\nr ḫsf ꜥwꜣi̯ jr{r} =f m =k ⸮fꜣi̯? pw n jṯꜣ\n\n(236) 𓁹𓂋𓇋𓇋𓎡𓇋𓅱𓎔𓏛𓏏𓅱𓄣𓏤𓇋𓅓𓎡𓇋𓅱𓎡\njr{r}.y =k jw mḥ.tw jb jm =k jw =k\n\n(237) 𓆣𓂋𓏏𓅓𓏏𓉔𓅱𓂾𓂻𓀀𓂋𓂝𓈖𓏏𓎡𓂋𓂧𓈖𓇋𓏏𓍸𓈇𓏤\nḫpr.t(j) m th,w rḏi̯.n.t(w) =k r dnj,t\n\n(238) 𓈖𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓀸𓂡𓎔𓎛𓈗𓆑𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏏𓅱\nn mꜣjr sꜣw mḥi̯ =f m =k tw\n\n### The Sixth Petition\n\n(239) 𓅓𓈙𓈇𓆑𓋴𓏏𓄝𓄿𓅱𓍬𓂻𓀀𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀\nm š =f stꜣ,w jwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj\n\n(240) 𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓎟𓀀𓀀\npn r spr n =f 6.nw sp ḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j\n\n(241) 𓎟𓋴𓇋𓊃𓅪𓆑𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓋴𓆣𓂋𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓋴𓆣𓂋\nnb sjs =f grg sḫpr mꜣꜥ,t sḫpr\n\n(242) 𓃀𓅱𓎟𓄤𓆑𓂋𓋴𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅬𓅪𓃀𓅱𓏇𓇋𓂻𓅱𓋴𓐟𓄿𓅱𓀁\nbw-nb-nfr sḥtm bw ⟨⸮ḏw?⟩ mj jwi̯ sꜣw\n\n(243) 𓇥𓂋𓂡𓆑𓎛𓈎𓂋𓅪𓎛𓃀𓋴𓅱𓋳𓏥𓇥𓂋𓂡𓆑𓇉𓄿𓅱𓏏𓋳\nḏr =f ḥqr ḥbs,w ḏr =f ḥꜣ,wt\n\n(244) 𓏇𓇋𓊵𓏏𓊪𓊪𓏏𓇯𓂋𓐟𓏤𓆓𓂧𓂝𓊡\nmj ḥtp p,t r-sꜣ ḏ{d}ꜥ\n\n(245) 𓈎𓄿𓀠𓊃𓈙𓅓𓅓𓊮𓋴𓎛𓎿𓋴𓅱𓊡𓀀𓏥𓎟\nqꜣi̯ sšmm =s ḥs,w.pl nb\n\n(246) 𓏇𓇋𓐍𓏏𓊮𓊪𓊃𓆑𓏏𓊮𓇅𓆓𓅱𓏏𓏛𓏥𓏇𓇋\nmj ḫ,t psf.t wꜣḏ,wt mj\n\n(247) 𓈗𓂝𓐍𓅓𓈗𓇋𓃀𓃙𓏏𓀁𓌳𓁹𓄿𓄿𓅓\nmw ꜥḫm jb,t mꜣꜣ m\n\n(248) 𓁷𓂋𓏤𓎡𓊪𓊃𓈙𓅱𓏴𓏛𓏥𓀀𓅓𓂝𓃹𓈖𓏌𓅱𓂡\nḥr =k psš,w m ꜥwn,w\n\n(249) 𓊃𓉔𓂋𓂋𓏛𓀀𓅓𓁹𓄿𓉔𓅱𓅪𓀀𓋴𓏏𓅱𓏏𓀾𓏛\nshrr m jri̯ ꜣh,w stwt\n\n(250) 𓅓𓁹𓏠𓈖𓏏𓅪𓏥𓇋𓅱𓋴𓇋𓄿𓏏𓂿\nm jri̯ mn,t jw sjꜣt\n\n(251) 𓊃𓈙𓂋𓂋𓅪𓆑𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓎔𓏛𓄤𓆑𓂋𓂜𓉔𓈎𓋴𓅪\nsšrr =f mꜣꜥ,t mḥ nfr n hqs\n\n(252) 𓂜𓅱𓃀𓈖𓇳𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓇋𓂋𓏎𓈖𓎡𓇋𓅓𓐛𓂝𓈖𓌢𓈖𓏌𓅱𓀀𓎡\nn wbn mꜣꜥ,t jr jni̯ =k jmi̯ n sn,w =k\n\n(253) 𓅱𓎼𓇋𓇋𓏏𓄑𓀁𓆄𓅱𓏏𓅪𓅓𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛\nwg,yt šwi̯.t(j) m ꜥqꜣ\n\n(254) 𓇋𓅱𓄿𓉔𓅱𓅪𓀀𓋴𓌫𓅓𓂻𓆑𓂋𓃛𓅱𓂧𓏏𓂻\njw ꜣh,w sšm =f r jwd,t\n\n(255) 𓇋𓅱𓏎𓈖𓈖𓆑𓂋𓅱𓅱𓏏𓂻𓏥\njw ⟨srḫ,y⟩ jni̯{.n} =f rww,t\n\n(256) 𓂜𓂋𓐍𓏛𓈖𓏏𓅱𓃹𓈖𓈖𓏏𓅓𓄣𓏤\nn rḫ.n.tw wnn.t m jb\n\n(257) 𓅓𓅱𓋴𓆑𓅯𓂻𓁹𓂋𓎡𓂋𓋴𓏇𓇋𓏏𓀁𓆑𓂧𓈎𓏴𓎡𓈖𓅓𓂝𓋭𓊃𓍢𓂝𓆑\nm wsf jri̯ r =k r smj,t fdq =k n-m ṯs =f\n\n(258) 𓂚𓂡𓈗𓆱𓅓𓂝𓎡𓏇𓇋𓆱𓃹𓈖𓉿𓂝𓊃𓊪𓐍𓈖𓈗𓇋𓇋𓈗𓆣𓂋\nꜥḥꜣ-mw m ꜥ =k mj ḫt wn sp-n-mw,y ḫpr\n\n(259) 𓇋𓂋𓅧𓈎𓂻𓂧𓊪𓏏𓊛𓇋𓅱𓄞𓂧𓏏𓂝𓋴𓄿𓈎𓅪𓀋𓊪𓅱𓏛𓏥𓋴𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤\njr ꜥq dp,t jw šd.t(w) =s ꜣq ꜣṯp,w =s n tꜣ\n\n(260) 𓁷𓏤𓌸𓂋𓇋𓇋𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏥𓎟𓏏𓇋𓅱𓎡𓋴𓃀𓇼𓏏𓂡𓇋𓅱𓎡𓍍𓅱𓏏𓏛𓇋𓅱𓎡\nḥr mr,yt nb.t jw =k sbꜣ.t(j) jw =k ḥmw.t(j) jw =k\n\n(261) 𓏏𓏏𓀾𓏛𓂜𓇋𓋴𓈖𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓇋𓅱𓎡𓁹𓂋𓎡𓏏𓅱𓏏𓅱𓀾𓏛𓏥𓃀𓅱𓎟𓀀𓁐𓏥\nt(w)t.(tj) n-js n ꜥwn jw =k jr{r} =k twt,w bw-nb\n\n(262) 𓇋𓅱𓉔𓄿𓅱𓏛𓏥𓎡𓅓𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓂧𓅱𓂻𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓂿𓏏𓏭𓀀\njw hꜣw =k m nwd,w ꜥqꜣ sjꜣt,j\n\n(263) 𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤𓂋𓇥𓆑𓂓𓏤𓈖𓇋𓇋𓇭𓀀𓈖𓃀𓅱𓎛𓅨𓂋𓅱𓅪𓁷𓏤\nn tꜣ r-ḏr =f kꜣn,y n bw-ḥwr,w ḥr\n\n(264) 𓈖𓏏𓆑𓈗𓂡𓎛𓋴𓊪𓈇𓏤𓆑𓅓𓃛𓅱𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓂋𓋴𓆣𓂋[⯑]𓆑\nntf ḥsp =f m jw,yt r sḫpr [ḥ]sp =f\n\n(265) 𓅓𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓂋𓈖𓏏𓆑𓈗𓀁𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓈖𓆓𓏏𓊖\nm grg r ntf jy,t n ḏ,t\n\n### The Seventh Petition\n\n(266) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆓𓂧𓆑\njwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n =f 7.nw sp ḏd =f\n\n(267) 𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓎟𓀀𓀀𓈖𓏏𓎡𓈞𓅓𓅱𓊦𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤𓂋𓇥𓆑𓋴𓐪𓂧𓂧𓈒𓊛\n(j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j ntk ḥmw n tꜣ r-ḏr =f sqdd\n\n(268) 𓇾𓈇𓏤𓐍𓏏𓆑𓎗𓅱𓏛𓎡𓈖𓏏𓎡𓌢𓈖𓏌𓅱𓀀𓈖𓅝𓅆\ntꜣ ḫft wḏ =k ntk sn.nw n Ḏḥwtj\n\n(269) 𓐣𓏛𓂜𓈖𓂋𓂝𓏏𓁷𓏤𓐞𓏤𓎟𓀀𓎛𓎝𓏛𓎡𓈖𓇋𓋴𓀁𓏏𓅱𓊃𓀀𓏤\nwḏꜥ nn rḏi̯.t ḥr gs nb wꜣḥ =k njs.tw s\n\n(270) 𓂋𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆑𓈖𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓆀𓅓𓍲𓈖𓏏𓍢𓂡𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂜𓈖𓎡𓋴𓏏\nr sp =f n wn-mꜣꜥ m šnt jb =k nn ⟨n⟩ =k st\n\n(271) 𓆣𓂋𓄫𓅱𓁷𓏤𓀀𓅓𓎛𓅱𓂝𓅪𓄣𓏤𓀀𓅓𓍯𓄿𓀁𓂜𓈖𓏏𓏏𓂜𓇍𓇋𓏏𓂻\nḫpr ꜣw-ḥr m ḥwꜥ-jb m wꜣ n n,tt n jyi̯.t\n\n(272) 𓅓𓎛𓂝𓅱𓀢𓂜𓈖𓏏𓏏𓂜𓆣𓂋𓏏𓇋𓅱𓅱𓐍𓂧𓐗𓏛𓋴𓄫𓅱𓆑𓅓𓐍𓈖𓌰𓅓𓋴𓀙\nm ḥꜥ.w n n,tt n ḫpr.t jw wḫd sꜣw =f m ḫnms\n\n(273) 𓋴𓎛𓍃𓅓𓅬𓅪𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆣𓂋𓂜𓂋𓐍𓏛𓈖𓏏𓅱𓃹𓈖𓈖𓏏𓅓𓄣𓏤\nsḥtm =⟨f⟩ sp ḫpr n rḫ.n.tw wnn.t m jb\n\n(274) 𓐍𓃀𓅡𓄿𓌸𓂝𓉔𓊪𓏛𓌉𓆓𓏴𓁶𓏤𓐎𓏛𓂜𓈖𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓀀\nḫbꜣ hp ḥḏi̯ tp-ḥsb nn mꜣjr\n\n(275) 𓋹𓈖𓐍𓎛𓂝𓍑𓄿𓅱𓂡𓆑𓂜𓅱𓄞𓂧𓀁𓇓𓅱𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓇋𓅱𓎼𓂋𓏏\nꜥnḫ ḥꜥḏꜣ.w =f n wšd sw mꜣꜥ,t jw gr.t\n\n(276) 𓄡𓏏𓏤𓀀𓎔𓏏𓏛𓄣𓏤𓀀𓀋𓂡𓉐𓂋𓂻𓇋𓋴𓅓𓄡𓏏𓏤𓀀𓈖𓂝𓏤𓇋𓂋𓏭\nẖ,t =j mḥ.t(j) jb =j ꜣṯp pri̯ js m ẖ,t =j n ꜥ jr,j\n\n(277) 𓈖𓎼𓏏𓏴𓂡𓊪𓅱𓅓[⯑]𓈗𓋴𓄿𓋴𓅱𓍬𓂻𓃹𓈖𓉿𓂝\nng.t pw m dn[j],t mw =s ꜣs.w wn\n\n(278) 𓂋𓏤𓀀𓂋𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓊢𓂝𓂻𓄿𓂚𓂡𓈖𓀀𓌸𓂋𓇋𓆱𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈎𓈗𓂝𓈖𓀀\nrʾ =j r md(w)i̯.t ꜥḥꜥ ⸢ꜣ⸣ ꜥḥꜣ.n =j mrj =j pnq.n =j\n\n(279) 𓈗𓇋𓇋𓈗𓀀𓊃𓈖𓆑𓊡𓂡𓈖𓀀𓈖𓏏𓏏𓅓𓄡𓏏𓏤𓀀𓇋𓂝𓈗𓈖𓀀𓆷𓄿𓅓𓅱𓋳𓏤𓏥𓀀\nmw,y =j snf.n =j n,tt m ẖ,t =j jꜥi̯.n =j šꜣm,w =j\n\n(280) 𓐍𓈖𓅯𓀁𓀀𓆣𓂋𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓅪𓏥𓀀𓇥𓂋𓂡𓐍𓏏𓆑𓁷𓏤𓎡𓊪𓏏𓂋𓆴\nḫn =j ḫpr mꜣjr =j ḏr ḫft-ḥr =k ptr\n\n(281) 𓍑𓄿𓂋𓅱𓎣𓀁𓎡𓇋𓅱𓋴𓅱𓆑𓅬𓂻𓎡𓂋𓏏𓉔𓏏𓂾𓂻𓎡𓇋𓅱𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓄣𓏤𓎡\nḏꜣr,w =k jw ⟨w⟩s{w}f =k r thi̯.t =k jw ꜥwn-jb =k\n\n(282) 𓂋𓊃𓅱𓆼𓄿𓅪𓎡𓇋𓅱𓊃𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂉𓀁𓎡𓂋𓋴𓆣𓂋𓐍𓂋𓃭𓅱𓇋𓇋𓅱𓂡𓀀𓏥𓎡\nr swḫꜣ =k jw snm =k r sḫpr ḫrw,y.w.pl =k\n\n(283) 𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓎡𓇓𓅱𓏏𓂋𓅠𓅓𓏏𓎡𓇋𓇋𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓏇𓏏𓅱𓏛𓀀\njn jw =k swt r gmi̯.t ky sḫ,tj mj,tw =j\n\n(284) 𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓅱𓋴𓆑𓅱𓅬𓂻𓀀𓄭𓂋𓇋𓇋𓀁𓀀𓂋𓊢𓂝𓂻𓂋𓂋𓏤𓈖𓉐𓏤𓆑\njn jw wsf,w spr,y r ꜥḥꜥ r rʾ n pr =f\n\n(285) 𓂜𓈖𓎼𓂋𓀁𓂋𓂝𓈖𓎡𓌃𓂧𓅱𓀁𓆑𓂜𓈖𓋴𓇥𓂋𓁀𓂋𓂝𓈖𓎡𓂋𓋴𓌘𓁹𓆑\nnn gr rḏi̯.n =k mdwi̯ =f nn sḏr rḏi̯.n =k rs =f\n\n(286) 𓂜𓈖𓐍𓃀𓅡𓄿𓌸𓅪𓁷𓏤𓏥𓊃𓋴𓊪𓂧𓇮𓏛𓌒𓈖𓎡𓂜𓈖𓍃𓅓𓀁𓂋𓏤\nnn ḫbꜣ ḥr.pl sspd.n =k nn tm rʾ\n\n(287) 𓃹𓈖𓉿𓂝𓈖𓎡𓂜𓈖𓐍𓅓𓂜𓂋𓂧𓈖𓎡𓂋𓐍𓏛𓆑𓂜𓈖𓅱𓆼𓄿𓅪𓋴𓃀𓇼𓂡𓈖𓎡\nwn.n =k nn ḫm rḏi̯.n =k rḫ =f nn wḫꜣ sbꜣ.n =k\n\n(288) 𓄡𓊃𓂋𓅱𓎝𓂡𓀀𓏥𓈋𓅱𓏏𓅪𓏥𓊪𓅱𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀔𓀀𓏥𓎟𓅱𓏥𓃀𓅱𓄤𓆑𓂋𓊪𓅱\nẖsr.w.pl ḏw,t pw sr.w.pl nb.w.pl bw-nfr pw\n\n### The Eighth Petition\n\n(289) 𓍍𓅱𓏏𓀀𓏥𓊪𓅱𓈖𓏏𓋴𓆣𓂋𓈖𓏏𓏏𓋭𓊃𓍢𓂝𓀀𓏥𓁶𓏤𓎛𓋴𓈎𓌪𓂡𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑\nḥmw,t pw n.t sḫpr n,tt ṯs.pl tp ḥsq jwi̯.jn r =f\n\n(290) 𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓎟𓀀𓀀𓇋𓅱\nsḫ,tj pn r spr n =f 8.nw sp ḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j jw\n\n(291) 𓐍𓂋𓀒𓏏𓅱𓈖𓎛𓆰𓈖𓏏𓆊𓍯𓄿𓈐𓇋𓅱𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂝𓄣𓏤𓀀𓆄𓅱𓅪𓆑𓅓𓊃𓊪𓊗\nḫr =tw n ḥnt wꜣ jw ꜥwn-jb šwi̯ =f m sp\n\n(292) 𓇋𓅱𓃹𓈖𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆑𓈖𓅱𓉔𓏏𓅪𓇋𓅱𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂡𓄣𓏤𓎡𓂜𓈖𓈖𓎡𓋴𓏏𓇋𓅱𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂡𓎡\njw wn sp =f n wh,t jw ꜥwn jb =k nn n =k st jw ꜥwꜣi̯ =k\n\n(293) 𓂜𓈖𓅜𓏛𓈖𓎡𓂋𓂝𓄿𓊢𓂝𓂻𓊃𓀀𓏤𓂋𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆑𓄤𓆑𓂋𓈖𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓆀\nnn ꜣḫ n =k rḏi̯ ꜣ ꜥḥꜥ s r sp =f nfr n-wn-mꜣꜥ\n\n(294) 𓌨𓂋𓏏𓏛𓏥𓎡𓊪𓅱𓅓𓉐𓏤𓎡𓄡𓏏𓏤𓎡𓎔𓏏𓏛𓅱𓃀𓈖𓇳𓌽𓏏𓏤𓍿𓏏𓆑𓂻𓋴\nẖr,t =k pw m pr =k ẖ,t =k mḥ.t(j) wbn ḥqꜣ.t ṯtf =s\n\n(295) 𓄿𓈎𓅪𓉐𓂋𓅱𓏛𓏥𓋴𓈖𓇾𓈇𓏤\nꜣq pr,w =s n tꜣ\n\n(296) 𓎁𓏏𓅱𓂡𓂝𓍯𓄿𓂡𓀀𓈖𓈞𓅓𓅱𓂡𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀙𓀀𓏥𓁹𓈖𓏏𓅱𓂋𓍙𓆑𓂡𓂋\njti̯.w ꜥwꜣ nḥm.w sr.w.pl jri̯.n =tw r ḫsf r\n\n(297) 𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓇋𓃀𓅱𓃙𓉐𓏤𓏥𓊪𓅱𓈖𓄿𓂧𓅱𓆊𓀀𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀙𓀀𓏥𓁹𓈖𓏏𓅱𓂋𓍙𓆑𓂡\njy,t jb,w pw n ꜣd,w sr.w.pl jri̯.n =tw r ḫsf\n\n(298) 𓂋𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓂜𓂋𓂝𓈖𓅾𓀁𓎡𓄭𓂋𓀁𓈖𓎡𓂜𓋷𓀁𓈖𓎡𓄣𓏤𓀀𓎼𓂋𓀁𓀀\nr grg n rḏi̯.n snḏ =k spr =(j) n =k ⸢n⸣ sjꜣ.n =k jb =j gr\n\n(299) 𓂝𓈖𓈖𓂽𓇓𓅱𓂋𓁹𓏏𓍿𓋴𓏏𓍞𓏛𓏥𓈖𓎡𓂜𓅾𓀁𓈖𓆑𓈖𓏏𓍯𓄿𓀁𓈖𓆑𓋴𓏏\nꜥnn sw r jri̯.t ṯs.t n =k n snḏ.n =f n twꜣ n =f st\n\n(300) 𓂜𓏎𓈖𓌢𓈖𓀀𓆑𓂋𓎡𓅓𓄚𓈖𓏌𓅱𓉐𓌸𓂋𓂋𓏏𓊋𓉐𓇋𓅱𓄿𓄞𓂧𓅱𓎡𓏥𓎡𓅓𓇏𓏏𓈇\nn jni̯ sn =f r =k m-ẖnw mrr,t jw ⸮ꜣ? šd.w{k}.pl =k m sḫ,t\n\n(301) 𓇋𓅱𓆑𓈎𓄿𓏒𓎡𓅓𓐖𓏏𓊖𓇋𓅱𓅧𓈎𓅱𓏛𓏥𓎡𓅓𓍁𓂝𓉐𓇋𓅱𓋴𓂋𓅱𓀙𓀀𓏥𓁷𓏤𓂋𓂝𓏏𓈖𓎡\njw fqꜣ =k m ⸮ḏꜣt,t? jw ꜥq,w =k m šnꜥ jw sr.w.pl ḥr rḏi̯.t n =k\n\n(302) 𓇋𓅱𓎡𓁷𓏤𓎁𓏏𓏏𓂡𓇋𓈖𓇋𓅱𓎡𓅓𓂝𓍯𓄿𓇋𓇋𓂡𓀀𓇋𓅱[⯑]𓈖𓎡\njw =k ḥr jti̯.t jn jw =k m ꜥwꜣ,y jw stꜣ.tw n =k\n\n(303) 𓋴𓎝𓎡𓅱𓂡𓀀𓏥𓎛𓈖𓂝𓎡𓂋𓊪𓊃𓈙𓏏𓏴𓏛𓏥𓄞𓂧𓅱𓏏𓈇𓏤𓏥𓁹𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓈖\nsk,w ḥnꜥ =k r psš,t šd,wt jri̯ mꜣꜥ,t n\n\n(304) 𓎟𓅆𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓈖𓏏𓏭𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓈖𓏏𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓆑\nnb mꜣꜥ,t n,tj wn mꜣꜥ,t n.t mꜣꜥ,t =f\n\n(305) 𓂝𓂋𓆰𓈙𓆑𓂧𓅱𓍼𓐞𓏤𓍘𓇋𓆱𓅝𓅆\nꜥr šfd,w gstj Ḏḥwtj\n\n(306) 𓁷𓂋𓏏𓐡𓈐𓂋𓁹𓏏𓇍𓇋𓇋𓏏𓅪𓏥𓄤𓆑𓂋𓄤𓆑𓂋𓏏𓄤𓆑𓂋𓂋𓆑\nḥr.t(j) r jri̯.t jy,t nfr nfr,t nfr r =f\n\n(307) 𓇋𓅱𓇓𓅱𓏏𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓂋𓈖𓅘𓎛𓎛𓇳𓉔𓄿𓄿𓂻𓋴\njw swt mꜣꜥ,t r nḥḥ hꜣꜣ =s\n\n(308) 𓅓𓂝𓁹𓂋𓋴𓂋𓊻𓏏𓈉𓇋𓅱𓈎𓂋𓋴𓏏𓌟𓂡𓆑\nm-ꜥ jrr s(j) r ẖr,t-nṯr jw qrs.t(w) =f\n\n(309) 𓋴𓌳𓄿𓅓𓄥𓂝𓇾𓈇𓏤𓇋𓅓𓆑𓂜𓊃𓇋𓆛𓈖𓂝𓏏𓅱\nsmꜣm tꜣ jm =f n sjn.⟨n⟩.tw\n\n(310) 𓂋𓈖𓆑𓁶𓏤𓇾𓈇𓏤𓆑𓇋𓅱𓋴𓆼𓄿𓀁𓏏𓅱𓆑𓁷𓏤𓃀𓅱𓄤𓆑𓂋\nrn =f tp tꜣ ={f} jw sḫꜣ.tw =f ḥr bw-nfr\n\n(311) 𓁶𓏤𓐎𓏛𓊪𓅱𓈖𓊹𓌃𓂧𓅱𓀁𓇋𓈖𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱\ntp-ḥsb pw n mdw-nṯr jn jws,w\n\n(312) 𓊪𓅱𓂜𓎼𓂋𓋴𓐟𓄿𓊊𓈖𓆑𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂝𓆼𓄿𓏏𓍸\npw n g{r}sꜣ.n =f jn mḫꜣ,t\n\n(313) 𓊪𓅱𓂜𓂋𓂝𓈖𓋴𓁷𓏤𓐞𓏤𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀\npw n rḏi̯.n =s ḥr gs m =k wj\n\n(314) 𓂋𓂻𓅱𓏏𓅓𓂝𓎡𓇋𓇋𓀀𓂋𓂻𓅱𓏏𓅱𓄞𓂧𓀁𓎡\nr jwi̯.t m =k ⟨k⟩y r jwi̯.t wšd =k\n\n(315) 𓅓𓅱𓈙𓃀𓅱𓏴𓀁𓅓𓅱𓄞𓂧𓀁𓀀𓎼𓂋𓅱𓀁𓀀\nm wšb.w m wšd gr,w\n\n(316) 𓅓𓊪𓎛𓄖𓂻𓈖𓏏𓏭𓂜𓄖𓂻𓈖𓏏𓅱𓆑𓂜𓊃𓆑𓂉𓀁𓈖𓎡\nm pḥ n,tj n pḥ.n.{{tw}} =f n sf.n =k\n\n(317) 𓂜𓏠𓈖𓅪𓈖𓎡𓂜𓋴𓎝𓎡𓋴𓎝𓅪𓎡𓈖𓎡\nn mn.n =k n sksk{k}.n =k\n\n(318) 𓂜𓂋𓂝𓈖𓎡𓈖𓀀𓂧𓃀𓅡𓄿𓅱𓌥𓏛𓏥𓈖𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁\nn rḏi̯.n =k n =j dbꜣ,w n md,t\n\n(319) 𓏏𓈖𓄤𓆑𓂋𓏏𓉐𓂋𓂋𓏏𓂻𓅓𓂋𓏤𓈖𓂋𓂝𓇳𓅆𓆓𓊃𓆑\ntn nfr.t prr.t m rʾ n Rꜥ ḏs =f\n\n(320) 𓆓𓂧𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓁹𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓇥𓂋𓈖𓏏𓏏𓅨𓂋𓋴\nḏd mꜣꜥ,t jri̯ mꜣꜥ,t ḏr-n,tt wr s(j)\n\n(321) 𓉻𓂝𓄿𓏛𓋴𓎛𓎝𓏛𓋴𓅠𓅓𓅱𓏏𓅱𓎡𓆑𓏏𓀁𓏛𓋴\nꜥꜣ s(j) wꜣḥ s(j) gmi̯.w.tw kf,t =s\n\n(322) 𓊄𓃀𓅱𓂻𓋴𓂋[⯑]𓇋𓈖𓎼𓋴𓐟𓄿𓊊\nsbi̯.w =s r jmꜣḫ jn gsꜣ\n\n(323) 𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱𓎛𓆰𓈖𓎡𓅱𓄛𓏤𓏥𓆑𓊪𓅱\njws,w ḥnkw.pl =f pw\n\n(324) 𓆑𓄿𓇋𓇋𓅱𓀋𓂡𓏥𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓂜𓆣𓂋𓈖𓉐𓂋𓅱𓏛𓏥\nfꜣi̯.yw ḫ,t n ḫpr.n pr,w\n\n(325) 𓈖𓁶𓏤𓐎𓏛𓂜𓄭𓂋𓂻𓈖𓊃𓊪𓊗𓄡𓊃𓅪𓂋\nn tp-ḥsb n spr.n sp ẖsi̯ r\n\n(326) 𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓏤𓌨𓂋𓐟𓏤𓀀𓂋𓋴𓐟𓄿𓎛𓃃𓂻𓇾𓈇𓏤\ndmj ẖr,(j)-sꜣ r sꜣḥ tꜣ\n\n### The Ninth Petition\n\n(91) 𓂻𓅱𓇋𓈖𓂋𓆑𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓂋𓄭𓂋𓂻𓈖𓆑𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏌𓊃𓊪𓊗\njwi̯.jn r =f sḫ,tj pn r spr n =f 9.nw sp\n\n(92) 𓆓𓂧𓆑𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓀀𓎟𓀀𓀀𓅓𓆼𓄿𓏏𓍸𓆱𓊪𓅱𓈖𓏏\nḏd =f (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr nb =j mḫꜣ,t pw n.t\n\n(93) 𓂋𓍿𓀀𓁐𓏥𓈖𓄓𓋴𓄹𓋴𓈖𓏥𓇋𓈖𓃛𓅱𓇓𓅱𓆱𓆓𓂝𓂋𓌙𓏛\nr(m)t.pl ns =sn jn jws,w ḏꜥr\n\n(94) 𓍑𓏏𓏥𓁹𓂋𓍙𓆑𓏏𓂡𓂋𓍙𓆑𓅱𓂡𓈖𓆑𓋴𓈖𓏒𓏛𓏏𓅱𓁶𓐎𓏛𓂋𓎡\nḏꜣ,t jrr ḫsf.t r ḫsf.w n =f sn.tw tp-ḥsb r =k\n\n(95) 𓊃𓅭𓄿𓅱𓊃𓄡𓅓𓂻𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓆣𓂋𓌨𓂋𓏏𓏛𓏥𓆑\n⸮sꜣu̯? ⸮sẖm? grg ḫpr ẖr,t =f\n\n(96) 𓂝𓈖𓈖𓂽𓋴𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓂋𓂝𓈎𓄿𓂭𓂭𓏛𓆑𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓊪𓅱𓈖𓏏\nꜥnn s(j) mꜣꜥ,t r-ꜥqꜣ =f ḫ,t pw n.t\n\n(97) 𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓋴𓇅𓆓𓆑𓊪𓅱𓂜𓈖𓍇𓏌𓅱𓎛𓅱𓏏𓅱𓆑\ngrg mꜣꜥ,t swꜣḏ =f pw n ⸮nwḥ.tw? =f\n\n(98) 𓇋𓂋𓈝𓅓𓂻𓎼𓂋𓍅𓀁𓇋𓅱𓆑𓏏𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂻𓆑𓂜\njr šmi̯ grg jw =f tnm =f n\n\n(99) 𓍑𓄿𓏴𓊛𓈖𓆑𓅓𓅓𓂝𓄚𓈖𓏏𓊛𓂜[⯑]\nḏꜣi̯.n =f m mẖn,t n sšꜣ.[⸮n?] =[f]\n\n(100) 𓇋𓂋𓐍𓂝𓅱𓂧𓍔𓏛𓌨𓆑𓂜𓈖𓄟𓋴𓅱𓀔𓀀𓁐𓏥𓆑\njr ḫwd ((ẖr)) =f nn ms.w.[pl] =f\n\n(101) 𓂜𓈖𓃛𓅱𓂝𓅱𓀀𓁐𓏥𓆑𓁶𓇾𓈇𓏤𓇋𓂋𓋴𓐪𓂧𓂧𓈒𓊛\nnn jwꜥ.w.pl =f tp tꜣ jr sqdd\n\n(102) 𓌨𓂋𓆑𓂜𓋴𓐟𓄿𓎛𓃃𓂻𓈖𓆑𓇾𓈇𓏤𓂜𓏠𓈖𓇋𓌙𓊛𓈖\nẖr =f n sꜣḥ.n =f tꜣ n mnj.n\n\n(103) 𓂧𓊪𓅱𓏏𓊛𓆑𓂋𓂧𓏇𓇋𓈇𓋴𓅓𓂧𓈖𓋴𓍖𓏛𓂜𓇋𓇩𓊃𓆰𓎡\ndp,wt =f r dmj =s m dns n js =k\n\n(104) 𓅓𓇋𓉔𓅓𓂻𓂜𓆼𓄿𓐍𓂻𓎡𓅓𓈖𓌰𓅓𓂝𓀁𓅓𓄔𓅓𓈖\nm jhm n ḫꜣḫ =k m nmꜥ m sḏm n\n\n(105) 𓄣𓏤𓅓𓎛𓃀𓋴𓋳𓁷𓏤𓎡𓂋𓂋𓐍𓏛𓈖𓎡𓅓𓈙𓊪𓁹𓁷𓏤𓎡𓂋\njb m ḥbs ḥr =k r rḫ.n =k m šp ḥr =k r\n\n(106) 𓂧𓎼𓁹𓈖𓎡𓅓𓈖𓇋𓂢𓏏𓍯𓄿𓀢𓀀𓏏𓅱𓉔𓄿𓂻𓎡\ndgi̯ n =k m nj twꜣ tw hꜣi̯ =k\n\n(107) 𓅓𓅯𓄿𓅱𓊃𓆑𓅯𓂻𓋴𓏇𓇋𓏏𓀁𓋭𓊃𓏛𓎡\nm pꜣ wsf smj.t(w) ṯs =k\n\n(108) 𓁹𓈖𓁹𓂋𓈖𓎡𓅓𓄔𓅓𓈖𓃀𓅱𓎟𓀀𓁐𓏥𓂋𓆑𓈖𓇋𓋴𓀁𓊃𓀀𓏤\njri̯ n jrr n =k m sḏm n bw-nb r =f njs s\n\n(109) 𓂋𓊃𓊪𓊗𓆑𓈖𓃹𓈖𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏛𓂜𓈖𓋴𓆑𓇳𓈖[⯑]\nr sp =f n wn-mꜣꜥ nn sf n wsf,w\n\n(110) 𓂜𓈖𓐍𓈖𓌰𓅓𓋴𓀙𓀀𓈖𓊃𓄡𓄔𓌳𓐙𓂝𓏏𓀗𓏛𓂜𓈖𓉔𓂋𓅱𓇳\nnn ḫnms n sẖi̯ mꜣꜥ,t nn hrw\n\n(111) 𓄤𓆑𓂋𓈖𓂝𓃹𓈖𓂡𓄣𓏤𓀀𓆣𓂋𓅱𓍿𓊃𓅱𓍞𓀁𓀀𓅓\nnfr n ꜥwn-jb ḫpr wṯs,w m\n\n(112) 𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓇋𓇋𓅪𓀀𓌳𓄿𓇋𓂋𓌗𓇋𓇋𓅪𓀀𓂋𓄭𓂋𓅱𓀁𓀀\nmꜣjr,y mꜣjr,y r spr,w\n\n(113) 𓆣𓂋𓐍𓏏𓆑𓀀𓅓𓋴𓌳𓄿𓅓𓅱𓌪𓅓𓂝𓎡𓅱𓀀𓁷𓏤𓄭𓂋𓀁\nḫpr ḫft,(j) m smꜣm,w m =k wj ḥr spr\n\n(114) 𓈖𓎡𓂜𓄔𓅓𓈖𓎡𓋴𓏏𓇋𓅱𓀀𓂋𓈝𓅓𓏏𓂻𓄭𓂋𓀁𓀀\nn =k n sḏm.n =k st jw =j r šmi̯.t spr =j\n\n### Justice\n\n(115) 𓁷𓂋𓏤𓎡𓈖𓇋𓈖𓊪𓅱𓃥𓅆𓂋𓂝𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓀀\nḥr =k n Jnp,w rḏi̯.jn (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(116) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓈝𓅓𓂻𓏶𓎃𓀀𓏤𓏤𓂋𓂝𓈖𓂽𓆑\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj šmi̯ jm,(j)-sꜣ 2 r ꜥn⟨n⟩ =⟨f⟩ ={f}\n\n(117) 𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖𓅾𓀁𓇋𓃀𓃙𓀁𓆑𓁹𓂋𓏏\nwn.jn sḫ,tj pn snḏ jb =f jrr =t(w)\n\n(118) 𓂋𓍙𓆑𓂡𓈖𓆑𓁷𓏤𓌃𓂧𓏏𓀁𓏏𓈖𓆓𓂧𓏏𓈖𓆑𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖\nr ḫsf n =f ḥr md,t tn ḏd.t.n =f ḏd.jn sḫ,tj pn\n\n(119) 𓍙𓆑𓅱𓂻𓏥𓈖𓇋𓃀𓃙𓈗𓀁𓀀𓅓𓈗𓈇𓏥𓍑𓄿𓏏𓏴𓂋𓏤\nḫsf.w n jb m mw.pl ḏꜣi̯.t rʾ\n\n(120) 𓈖𓄡𓂋𓂧𓀔𓀀𓈖𓋴𓃀𓈖𓏏𓀔𓀭𓅓𓁹𓏏𓏏𓏈𓏥\nn ẖrd-n-sbn,t m jrt,t\n\n(121) [⯑]𓅓𓀏𓀐𓈖𓅘𓎛𓇋𓇋𓀁𓌳𓁹𓄿𓆑𓈖𓇍𓇋𓇋𓂻𓆑\n⸢n⸣[t]f [m](w)t nḥi̯.y mꜣ =f n jyi̯.y =f\n\n(122) 𓇍𓇋𓂻𓅱𓂧𓆑𓂻𓅓𓏏𓀏𓆑𓂋𓆑𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗\njyi̯ wdf m(w)t =f r =f ḏd.jn (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(123) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓏭𓀀𓅓𓅾𓀁𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓅓𓂝𓎡\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj m snḏ sḫ,tj m =k\n\n(124) 𓁹𓂋𓎡𓂋𓁹𓏏𓎛𓈖𓂝𓀀𓂋𓂝𓇋𓈖𓇏𓏏𓏭𓀀𓊪𓈖\njri̯ r =k r jri̯.t ḥnꜥ =j rḏi̯.jn sḫ,tj pn\n\n(125) 𓋹𓈖𓐍𓀀𓁷𓏤𓏶𓀁𓀀𓄿𓅓𓏏𓏐𓈀𓏥𓎡𓋴𓅨𓂋𓇋𓀁𓀀𓄿\nꜥnḫ ={j} ḥr wnm =j ꜣ m tʾ =k swrj =j ꜣ\n\n(126) [⯑]𓎡𓂋𓈖𓎛𓎛𓇳𓆓𓂧𓈖𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗\n⟨m⟩ [ḥ(n)q,t] =k r-nḥḥ ḏd.⟨j⟩n (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr\n\n(127) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓇋𓀀𓊃𓅭𓄿𓀸𓂻𓎼𓂋𓏏𓉻𓂝𓄿𓈐\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj sꜣi̯ gr,t ꜥꜣ\n\n(128) 𓄔𓅓𓎡𓈖𓄿𓇋𓇋𓎡𓈖𓄭𓂋𓏏𓀁𓏥𓂋𓂝𓇋𓈖𓆑𓄞𓂧𓏏𓀁\nsḏm =k nꜣy =k n spr.t.pl rḏi̯.jn =f šdi̯.t(w) =[⸮sn?]\n\n(129) 𓁷𓏤𓂝𓂋𓏏𓆰𓌳𓄿𓏏𓏛𓄭𓂋𓏏𓀁𓎟𓏏𓂋[⯑]\nḥr ꜥr,t mꜣ(w).t spr,t nb.t r ẖr,[t] =[s]\n\n(130) [⯑]𓋴𓅓𓂋𓉐𓀗𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓇋𓀀\n[s]⸢ꜥq⸣.jn s(j) (j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr Mr,w zꜣ Rnsj\n\n(131) 𓈖𓍛𓏤𓈖𓇓𓏏𓆤𓏏𓇳𓎟𓂓𓏥𓌳𓐙𓊤𓃹𓈖𓇋𓈖𓄤𓆑𓂋𓋴𓏏𓁷𓏤[⯑]\nn ḥm n (n)sw,t-bj,tj Nb-kꜣ.pl-Rꜥ mꜣꜥ-ḫrw wn.jn nfr st ḥr ⸢jb⸣ =[f]\n\n(132) 𓂋𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓎟𓏏𓈖𓏏𓏏𓅓𓇾𓈇𓏤𓊪𓈖𓂋𓇥𓂋𓆑𓆓𓂧𓇋𓈖𓍛𓏤\nr ⸢ḫ,t⸣ nb.t n,t.t m tꜣ pn r-ḏr =f ḏd.jn ⸢ḥm⸣ =[f]\n\n(133) 𓐣𓏛𓏏𓅱𓆓𓊃𓎡𓅭𓌸𓂋𓅱𓀀[⯑]\nwḏꜥ tw ḏs =k zꜣ Mr,w rḏi̯.j[n] [(j)m,(j)-rʾ-pr-wr]\n\n(134) 𓌸𓂋𓅱𓆇𓂋𓈖𓋴𓇋𓀀𓈝𓅓𓂻𓏶𓎃𓀀𓏤𓏤𓂋\nMr,w zꜣ Rnsj šmi̯ jm,(j)-sꜣ 2 r [jni̯.t] [Nm,tj-nḫt]\n\n(135) 𓊢𓂝𓈖𓆑𓏎𓈖𓁹𓄋𓊪𓅱𓏏𓏛𓏥𓅓\nꜥḥꜥ.n =f jni̯ jri̯ wp,wt m [ḥn,w] =[f]\n\n(136) 𓊢𓂝𓈖𓅠𓅓𓈖𓆑𓁶𓏤𓀀𓁐𓏥𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤𓏤[⯑] […]\n⸮⸢ꜥḥꜥ⸣?.n ⸮⸢gmi̯⸣?.n =f tp.pl 6 ḥr.(w)-[r] […]\n\n(137) 𓂋𓇗𓌾𓏥𓆑𓂋𓇣𓂧𓏏𓌾𓏭𓆑𓂋[⯑] […]\nr šmꜥ =f r btj =f r ꜥꜣ.[pl] =[f] […]\n\n(138) 𓂋𓆷𓄿𓅱𓂸𓃟𓆑𓂋𓋿𓅱𓏏 […]\nr šꜣw =f r ⸢ꜥw,t⸣ =[f] […]\n\n(139) 𓅇𓏏𓏭𓂡𓀀𓊪𓈖𓈖[⯑] […]\nNm,tj-nḫt pn n sḫ,[tj] [pn] […]\n\n(140) 𓐍𓏏𓏛𓏥𓆑𓎟𓏏[⯑] […]\n⸮⸢ḫ,t⸣? =f nb.t ḏ[.t] =[f] […]\n\n(141) 𓈖[⯑] […]\nn Nm,tj-nḫt [pn] […]\n\n(142) 𓂻𓅱𓆑𓊪𓅱 […]\n⸢jwi̯⸣ =⸢f⸣ ⸢pw⸣ […]","download_url":"https://mouseia.org/api/works/eloquent-peasant/original.txt"},"translations":[{"id":"trn_eloquent_peasant_mouseia","translator":"Mouseia","kind":"curated","note":"Mouseia’s complete machine-assisted Musean translation, made directly from the Egyptian, line for line, covering the whole story in its standard composite: Papyrus Ramesseum A (R 1.1–8.3) for the opening, Papyrus Berlin 3023 (B1 1–326) for the robbery and the first eight petitions, and Papyrus Berlin 3025 (B2 91–142) for the ninth petition and the ending, working from the Thesaurus Linguae Aegyptiae transcription (hieroglyphs, transliteration and lemma glosses, with the TLA editors’ German sentence renderings as a comprehension aid; ORAEC release of the TLA corpus, CC BY-SA 4.0).","text":"### The Peasant Sets Out\n\n(1.1) There was a man whose name was Khunanup, a peasant of the Field of Salt.\n\n(1.2) There was also his wife, whose name was Meret. Then this peasant said to this his wife: \"See, I am on my way down\n\n(1.3) to Egypt, to bring back food from there for my children. Go now, and measure out for me this barley\n\n(1.4) that lies in the granary as the remainder of yesterday's barley.\" So she measured out for him the barley: six heqat of it.\n\n(1.5) Then this peasant said to this his wife: \"See, [there is (?)] for you barley, twenty heqat of it,\n\n(1.6) for food, along with your children. But you, make for me this six heqat of barley into bread and beer for every day; then I shall live on it.\"\n\n(1.7) So this peasant went down to Egypt, having loaded his donkeys\n\n(2.1) with [jjaa] plants (a crop plant, a vine?),\n\n(2.2) rdmt sedge (Cyperus esculentus),\n\n(2.3) natron,\n\n(2.4) salt,\n\n(2.5) timber of […],\n\n(2.6) eyent poles from the Farafra Oasis,\n\n(2.7) skins of panthers,\n\n(3.1) pelts of the wolf-jackal,\n\n(3.2) neshaw water plants (?),\n\n(3.3) pebbles (?),\n\n(3.4) tenem plants,\n\n(3.5) kheper-wer (a healing plant?),\n\n(3.6) sahut (a resin?),\n\n(3.7) sakesut mineral,\n\n(4.1) mesut plants,\n\n(4.2) senet mineral,\n\n(4.3) eba stone,\n\n(4.4) ibesa oil plants,\n\n(4.5) inebi plants,\n\n(4.6) doves,\n\n(4.7) nereu birds,\n\n(5.1) wegs birds,\n\n(5.2) weben plants,\n\n(5.3) tebes thorn plants,\n\n(5.4) gengent plants (bean-like?),\n\n(5.5) sheni-ta plants,\n\n(5.6) inset plants (anise?),\n\n(6.1) laden with every good product of the Field of Salt.\n\n(6.2) So this peasant journeyed southward\n\n(6.3) to Herakleopolis, and reached the district of Per-Fefi,\n\n(6.4) north of Medenit. There he found a man\n\n(6.5) standing on the dyke: Nemtynakht was his name, son of a man\n\n(6.6) named Isry, a serf of the High Steward\n\n(6.7) Rensi son of Meru. Then this Nemtynakht, seeing the donkeys of this peasant and finding them to his liking, said:\n\n(7.2) \"Oh, if only I had some effective image by which I might steal this peasant's goods!\"\n\n(7.3) Now one must know that the house of this Nemtynakht lay over the landing place of the neighborhood.\n\n(7.4) It was a narrow spot; it was not a wide one.\n\n(7.5) Its width was only that of a linen garment; one of its sides lay\n\n(7.6) under water, the other under barley. Then this Nemtynakht said to his follower: \"Go!\n\n(7.7) Bring me a square of linen from my house.\" And it was brought to him at once.\n\n(8.1) Then he spread it out over the landing place of the neighborhood,\n\n(8.2) and its fringed border hung down over the water, its smooth hem\n\n(8.3) over the barley.\n\n### The Robbery\n\n(1) Now this peasant came along the road that all people use. Then this Nemtynakht said: \"Be so good, peasant —\n\n(2) surely you have not stepped on my clothes?\" Then this peasant said:\n\n(3) \"This I will do as you approve, for good is my way.\"\n\n(4) So he turned up and off the road. Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(5) \"Is my barley to serve you as a road?\" Then this peasant said: \"Good\n\n(6) is my way; but the bank has grown high, and the road\n\n(7) lies under barley, and you bar our way\n\n(8) with your clothes. Will you not let us pass along the road?\"\n\n(9) And as he was on the road, one of these donkeys filled its mouth with a tuft of the barley.\n\n(10) Its mouth was full of a tuft of barley. Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(11) \"Look, I will take your donkey, peasant, because\n\n(12) it has eaten my barley. See, you: it shall be made to thresh for its misdeed.\"\n\n(13) Then this peasant said: \"Good is my way. One tuft that destroys ten!\n\n(14) For ten sheniw I bought my donkey. Will you take it\n\n(15) for one mouthful of a tuft of barley? But I know\n\n(16) the lord of this estate; it belongs to the High Steward\n\n(17) Rensi son of Meru, and he is the one who punishes every robber in this whole land.\n\n(18) Am I to be robbed in his estate?\" Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(19) \"Is this the saying that people use:\n\n(20) 'A poor man's name is spoken because of his lord'? I\n\n(21) am the one who speaks to you; and the High Steward is the one you invoke.\"\n\n(22) Then he took himself a shoot of green tamarisk\n\n(23) and fell on him with it, beating every limb of his body; his donkeys were taken\n\n(24) and driven off into his estate. Then this peasant wept\n\n(25) loud and long, for the pain that had been done him.\n\n(26) Then this Nemtynakht said: \"Quiet your voice, peasant!\n\n(27) See, you are at the landing place of the Lord of Silence.\" Then this peasant said:\n\n(28) \"You beat me so as to steal my goods; and now you would take\n\n(29) the lament from my mouth? O Lord of Silence, may you give me back\n\n(30) my goods, and then I shall not need to cry out at your terror!\"\n\n(31) So this peasant spent ten days petitioning this Nemtynakht, and he paid him no heed.\n\n### The Complaint\n\n(32) This Nemtynakht did not satisfy him over it. So this peasant set out\n\n(33) for Herakleopolis, to petition the High Steward\n\n(34) Rensi son of Meru, and found him coming out of a door\n\n(35) of his house, to go down to his service barge.\n\n(36) Then this peasant said: \"Oh, may it be permitted me to acquaint you,\n\n(37) to your heart's content, with this complaint of a matter. It is this: let\n\n(38) your follower, the confidant of your heart, be brought to me, and I will send him\n\n(39) back to you over it. Then the High Steward Rensi son of Meru\n\n(40) sent his follower, his trusted man, in to him; him\n\n(41) this peasant sent back, over this matter in its entirety, every part.\n\n(42) Then the High Steward Rensi son of Meru laid a charge\n\n(43) against this Nemtynakht before the officials who were at his side. Then they said:\n\n(44) \"No doubt it is his own peasant, who has gone to another beside them.\n\n(45) See, this is what they do with their peasants who go\n\n(46) to others beside them. See, this is what they do. Is this a case\n\n(47) for punishing this Nemtynakht for a bit of natron\n\n(48) and a bit of salt? Let him simply be ordered to make it good.\"\n\n(49) so that he will make it good.\" Now silence was what was made\n\n(50) the High Steward Rensi son of Meru: he did not answer\n\n(51) these officials, and he did not answer this peasant.\n\n### The First Petition\n\n(52) Then this peasant came to petition the High Steward Rensi son of Meru, saying:\n\n(53) \"Rensi,\" thus he spoke: \"High Steward, my lord, greatest of the great,\n\n(54) leader of what is not and of what is! When you go down to the sea of\n\n(55) truth, may you sail upon it with a fair wind;\n\n(56) no gust tearing away your sail, no slow drifting;\n\n(57) no ill befalling the mast of your ship, no\n\n(58) splitting of your yards; you will not wreck, running onto the land;\n\n(59) no wave carrying you off; you will not taste the evil\n\n(60) of the river; you will not look upon the face of terror; there will come to you\n\n(61) shy fish, and you will take your fill of fowl,\n\n(62) for you are the father of the orphan,\n\n(63) the husband of the widow, the brother of the cast-off woman, the apron of the motherless.\n\n(64) Let me make your name good in this land,\n\n(65) in it, according to every good rule: a leader free of\n\n(66) greed, a great one free of meanness,\n\n(67) a destroyer of falsehood, a bringer of truth to birth. Come at\n\n(68) the voice of the pleader. I speak that you may hear: do what is right, O praised one,\n\n(69) whom the praised ones praise; drive out my misery!\n\n(70) See, I am burdened; weigh me!\n\n(71) See, I am in distress.\"\n\n(72) This peasant spoke this speech in the time of the majesty of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt\n\n(73) Nebkaure, the justified. Then the High Steward\n\n(74) Rensi son of Meru went in to his majesty and said: \"My lord:\n\n(75) I have found one of these peasants, a man truly excellent in speech;\n\n(76) his goods have been robbed. See:\n\n(77) he has come to petition me about it.\"\n\n(78) Then his majesty said: \"If you wish to see me in good health, then hold him here;\n\n(79) answer him not one word of anything he says, so that he may speak on.\n\n(80) While he speaks, be silent; and may it then be brought to us in writing, that we may hear it.\n\n(81) See to it that his wife and his children have a living; for behold, one of these peasants\n\n(82) comes because his house is empty to the ground. See to the living of this peasant himself:\n\n(83) you are to have food given him, without letting him know that you are the one who gives it.\n\n(84) For your part, though it was you who gave it him, there was given him ten loaves of bread and two jugs of beer\n\n(85) each day. Whatever the High Steward Rensi son of Meru gave, he gave to his friend, and it was the friend\n\n(86) who gave it to him. Then the High Steward Rensi son of Meru sent to the estate steward of\n\n(87) the Field of Salt, to make food for the wife of this peasant, three heqat of barley every day.\n\n### The Second Petition\n\n(88) Then this peasant came to petition him a second time, saying: \"High Steward, my lord, greatest of the great,\n\n(89) richest of the rich, in whom his great ones have a greater\n\n(90) and his rich ones a richer: rudder of the sky,\n\n(91) prop of the earth, measuring cord that bears the weight! Rudder, do not stray!\n\n(92) Prop, do not lean! Cord, do not swing! A great lord\n\n(93) is one who takes from him who has no lord, robbing face to face; your keep is in your house:\n\n(94) one hin of beer and three loaves. What more do you spend to fill your clients?\n\n(95) A mortal dies together with his household; are you then to be a man of eternity? Is it not an evil:\n\n(96) the scale that tilts, the plummet that strays — the true\n\n(97) turned to confusion? See, what is right flees from under you, being thrust from\n\n(98) her place. The officials do what is evil; the standard of speech leans to one side.\n\n(99) The hearers plunder: its taking — he is the mutilator of speech in its rightness, who\n\n(100) brings wavering into it. The giver of breath deals out distress on earth; he who breathes easy\n\n(101) makes others gasp. Who should portion out is a plunderer; who should drive out misery\n\n(102) is one who ordains it done. The landing place is his flood; who should ward off evil\n\n(103) commits it. Then the High Steward Rensi son of Meru said: \"Is this great thing of yours,\n\n(104) sitting on your heart, more than that my follower seize you?\" Then this peasant said: \"The measurer of the heap\n\n(105) cheats for himself as he measures; who fills for another damages all around him; who would lead by\n\n(106) the laws commands robbery — who then shall withstand him? Who should drive out the wretched man's evil\n\n(107) is one who makes it. One is exact in crookedness, the other keen on deceit.\n\n(108) One nods assent to the other's evil. Do you find yourself in this? Punishment is short; wrong is long.\n\n(109) Evil returns to the place it held yesterday; this is the command: act for the man who acts,\n\n(110) that he may act again; it is to thank the god for what he does; it is to fend off a matter before\n\n(111) it is shot; it is to entrust a matter to the lord of the task. Oh, would that an instant might destroy it:\n\n(112) a collapse in your net, scarcity among your birds, loss\n\n(113) among your waterfowl — the seeing man turned blind,\n\n(114) the hearing man turned deaf, the leader one who has lost the way.\n\n(115) O keeper of the basket, have you then fallen over? Why do you act against yourself?\n\n(116) See, you are strong, you are mighty; your arm is quick,\n\n(117) your heart is greedy, and kindness has passed you by. Wretched\n\n(118) is the wretch you destroy; you are like\n\n(119) the messenger of Khenti. See, you have outdone\n\n(120) the Lady of Pestilence: what is not for you is not for her; what is not against her is not against you.\n\n(121) You did it not, and she did it not. A lord of bread should be gentle, though power belongs\n\n(122) to the criminal. Fitting is theft for the man who owns nothing,\n\n(123) goods carried off by a criminal. But the deed of one who is not destitute — is he not to be condemned?\n\n(124) No one condemns him for it, for it means each seeking his own. You, though, are sated\n\n(125) with your bread, drunk deep with your beer; and you are rich\n\n(126) in everything. The helmsman's face is set forward, while the boat slides\n\n(127) wherever it pleases. The king is in his hall, and the rudder is in your hand, and\n\n(128) evil is done beside you. Long is the pleader's plea, and the weight\n\n(129) is torn away. 'What manner of man is this?', men will say. Be a refuge,\n\n(130) and let your bank stand sound; see, your landing place is crocodile-haunted.\n\n(131) Make your tongue straight, that you do not go astray; the mildew\n\n(132) of a man is the limb that is in him. Speak no falsehood; be on your guard with the officials.\n\n(133) The winnowing basket is what sifts the hearers; lying is their green crop,\n\n(134) it is speaking falsehood when it lies light on their hearts. O wisest of all people: is it from my case\n\n(135) alone that you know nothing?\n\n(136) O banisher of every trouble of the waters, see, I have a road\n\n(137) that is cut off. O bringer-to-land of every drowning man, save\n\n(138) the shipwrecked man; take me up out of my straits.\"\n\n### The Third Petition\n\n(139) Then this peasant came to petition him a third time, saying:\n\n(140) \"High Steward, my lord, you are Ra, lord of the sky, with your court about you;\n\n(141) the need of every man is in you, like\n\n(142) the flood. You are Hapy, who greens the wet fields, who founds anew\n\n(143) the ruined mounds. Punish the robber, shield\n\n(144) the wretched: do not become a flood\n\n(145) against the pleader. Guard yourself: eternity is drawing near.\n\n(146) Strive to endure, as the saying goes: doing what is right is the breath of the nose.\n\n(147) Punish him who must be punished, and none shall come up to your standard.\n\n(148) Does the hand-scale tilt? Does\n\n(149) the standing scale lean aside? Is Thoth\n\n(150) ever mild? Only then might you do wrong; you would make yourself the comrade\n\n(151) of those three. If the three are mild, be mild in turn; do not\n\n(152) repay good with evil; do not set one thing in the place of another!\n\n(153) For speech grows faster than the snemet vine, touching the hearer with her answer\n\n(154) once wrong has been watered,\n\n(155) and making the covering grow — three times over it does this!\n\n(156) So he does; steer you your rudder by the gust!\n\n(157) Take hold of the flood, to do what is right! And beware,\n\n(158) lest you ground on the rudder line. The balance of the land is\n\n(159) doing what is right. Speak no falsehood: you are great — do not be light.\n\n(160) You are weighty — speak no falsehood: you are the scale.\n\n(161) Do not waver: you are the standard. See, you are of one nature with the scale,\n\n(162) and with the balance: if it tilts, you tilt with it.\n\n(163) Tilting, do not drift; hold your rudder, grip\n\n(164) the rudder line. Do not steal: act against the thief!\n\n(165) No great man is he, that great one of greedy heart. The plummet\n\n(166) is your tongue; the weight is your heart; your two lips are its arms.\n\n(167) If you veil your face from the strong of face, who then\n\n(168) shall ward off wrong? See, you are\n\n(169) a washerman's wretch, greedy of heart, set upon destroying\n\n(170) friendship, forsaking his loyal man for his client.\n\n(171) His brother is whoever comes bringing to him. See, you are\n\n(172) a ferryman who ferries only the man with the fare; an honest man\n\n(173) whose honesty is cut to shreds. See, you are the keeper of the storehouse\n\n(174) who does not let the destitute slip by at once. See, you are\n\n(175) a hawk over the common folk, living off the weakest of the birds.\n\n(176) See, you are an overseer of fowl whose joy is in the carving,\n\n(177) with no mangling of his own. See, you are a herdsman: is it not ill done?\n\n(178) As for me, you have not weighed me. May loss come upon you from the ravenous crocodile,\n\n(179) the refuge standing far from the landing place of the whole land.\n\n(180) O hearer — and you do not hear! Why is it that you do not hear? Have I\n\n(181) today warded off the furious one? And the crocodile, does it fall back? What good is he?\n\n(182) Your gain in it: when hidden truth is found, falsehood will be thrown on its back.\n\n(183) Falsehood to the ground! Plan nothing for the morning before it comes:\n\n(184) no one knows the evil that is in it. This peasant spoke this speech\n\n(185) to the High Steward Rensi son of Meru at the entrance of the gatehouse.\n\n(186) Then he had two guardsmen stand over him with whips, and they beat\n\n(187) every limb of him with them. Then this peasant said: \"Son of Meru,\n\n(188) he strays on and on: his face is blind to what he sees, deaf to what he hears,\n\n(189) his heart gone astray from what is recalled to it. See, you are a town\n\n(190) without its steward, a company without its elder, a ship\n\n(191) without its captain, a troop without its leader.\n\n(192) See, you are a watchman who steals, a steward who takes,\n\n(193) a district officer set to ward off plunder who has become the model of the wrongdoer.\"\n\n### The Fourth Petition\n\n(194) Then this peasant came to petition him a fourth time, and found him\n\n(195) coming out of the gate of the temple of Harsaphes.\n\n(196) He said: \"Favored one, may Harsaphes favor you, from whose house you have come;\n\n(197) for out of it good is destroyed, its league is no more, and the casting down of falsehood's back\n\n(198) to the ground. Is this ferry hauled up on shore?\n\n(199) How then is one to cross, when crossing has been made a thing of hatred?\n\n(200) Is it fine to wade the river on one's sandals? No!\n\n(201) Who then sleeps on until the light? Destroyed is the walking of the night,\n\n(202) the going by day, and the letting of a man stand up for\n\n(203) his own truly good cause. See, there is no end to telling you:\n\n(204) kindness has passed you by; wretched is the wretch\n\n(205) whom you destroy. See, you are a fowler:\n\n(206) his heart set to do what he desires, harpooning the hippopotamuses,\n\n(207) shooting the wild cattle, taking the fish, snaring the birds.\n\n(208) There is no quick-tongued man who is free of haste.\n\n(209) There is no rash heart weighty in its plans. Be attentive, and you will know\n\n(210) truth: master your own chosen way, so that\n\n(211) it goes well with the quiet man who rises; none who storms ahead succeeds.\n\n(212) Excellence strikes its mark: there is no hasty heart in it.\n\n(213) The arm is brought: open your eyes, that hearts be gladdened with knowledge! Do not be harsh\n\n(214) in your strength, lest evil come home to you.\n\n(215) Let one case go by, and it becomes two. It is the eater who tastes,\n\n(216) the one addressed who answers, the sleeper who sees\n\n(217) dreams. But the judge, who should be punished, is the model of\n\n(218) the wrongdoer. O fool, see, you are caught!\n\n(219) See, you are brought to bay. O ignorant one, see,\n\n(220) you are questioned. O drawer of water, see, you have gone under!\n\n(221) Helmsman, let not your boat drift! O sustainer, let no man die;\n\n(222) O destroyer, let no man be destroyed.\n\n(223) O shade, do not blaze like the sun; O refuge, let not the crocodile seize —\n\n(224) this is the fourth time I have come petitioning you.\n\n### The Fifth Petition\n\n(225) Am I to spend the whole day over him?\" Then this peasant came to\n\n(226) petition him a fifth time, saying: \"High Steward, my lord: the hand-net fisher\n\n(227) takes the […] fish; the […] fisher\n\n(228) kills the jay-fish; the fish-spearer\n\n(229) harpoons the weben-fish; the draw-net fisher\n\n(230) is after the paqer-fish. The wehe-fisher hacks the river apart.\n\n(231) See, you are of their sort: do not rob the wretched man\n\n(232) of his goods, for he is weak — you know him; his property is the breath\n\n(233) of the wretched man; to steal it is to stop up his nose: it is to take\n\n(234) his life. You were appointed to hear a matter, to judge between the two parties,\n\n(235) to ward off robbery as it is done. See, what is done by you is the propping up of the thief.\n\n(236) As for what you do: hearts are filled with you — and you have\n\n(237) become a criminal. You were appointed to the dyke\n\n(238) for the wretched man, that he not drown. Guard lest he drown! See, you are\n\n### The Sixth Petition\n\n(239) as his lake, dragging men away. Then this peasant came\n\n(240) to petition him a sixth time, saying: \"High Steward, my lord:\n\n(241) a lord who lessens falsehood: one who brings what is right to birth, who brings about\n\n(242) every good thing, who destroys evil — as when fullness comes\n\n(243) and ends hunger, as clothing ends nakedness;\n\n(244) as the sky settles after a storm,\n\n(245) warming every one who shivers,\n\n(246) as fire cooks the raw, as\n\n(247) water quenches thirst. Look now with your own face:\n\n(248) your face: the divider turned plunderer; the satisfier\n\n(249) turned maker of grief; the leveler turned maker of suffering.\n\n(250) To cheat is to shrink\n\n(251) truth itself. Fill it full and fair, neither lessened\n\n(252) nor overrunning; and what you win, give your comrade his share.\n\n(253) What has been swallowed down is empty of honesty.\n\n(254) The man in grief leads on to separation,\n\n(255) and the slanderer brings about the parting.\n\n(256) No one can know what is in the heart.\n\n(257) Do not be slack: act on the charge; if you cut apart, who shall bind again?\n\n(258) The punt pole is in your hand like a prop, when a burst of water has come to pass.\n\n(259) If a boat sinks, it is salvaged, but its cargo perishes, scattered over every shore.\n\n(260) On every bank you are schooled, you are skilled, you are\n\n(261) perfect — not for plundering. Yet you make yourself the equal of every man;\n\n(262) your circle is in disarray, and the honest man is the great cheat\n\n(263) of the whole land: the gardener of evil, busy\n\n(264) watering his plot with evil to make his plot\n\n(265) grow in falsehood, watering the harm of the mortuary estate.\"\n\n### The Seventh Petition\n\n(266) Then this peasant came to petition him a seventh time, saying:\n\n(267) \"High Steward, my lord: you are the rudder of the whole land; the land sails\n\n(268) at your command. You are the second of Thoth, who judges\n\n(269) without leaning to either side. O lord, may you endure, that a man be called\n\n(270) for his true cause. Do not let your heart be quarrelsome; it does not become you,\n\n(271) that the man of long face turn into the man of narrow heart. Do not brood over what has not yet come,\n\n(272) nor exult over what has not yet befallen: the forbearing man lengthens out friendship\n\n(273) and annuls what has come to pass. No one can know what is in the heart.\n\n(274) He who hacks up law and wrecks the standard: no wretched man\n\n(275) lives on despoiled by him, unless truth had not called him to it. But now\n\n(276) my body is full and my heart is laden, and it must come out of my body because of its state:\n\n(277) it is a breach in the dyke, its water running, and it opens\n\n(278) as my mouth opens to speak. Then I plied my pole with a will and bailed out my water,\n\n(279) emptied out what was in my body, and washed my soiled clothes.\n\n(280) My speech is made; my misery is spent before you. What more\n\n(281) is your need? Your hesitancy will be your harm; your greed\n\n(282) will make a fool of you; your gluttony will breed accusers against you.\n\n(283) Will you ever find another peasant like me?\n\n(284) Would an idle man petition, and wait at the door of his own house?\n\n(285) There is no man silent whom you have brought to speak, none sleeping whom you have waked.\n\n(286) There is no face dulled that you have not whetted, no mouth shut\n\n(287) that you have not opened, none unknowing whom you have made to know, none foolish whom you have taught.\n\n(288) The officials are the banishers of evil; they are the lords of good.\n\n### The Eighth Petition\n\n(289) They are the craft that brings what is to be, that joins a severed head. Then this peasant came\n\n(290) to petition him an eighth time, saying: \"High Steward, my lord:\n\n(291) for greed one falls deep; the greedy man is empty of success.\n\n(292) His case is failure only. You are greedy — it is not for you; you rob, and\n\n(293) it profits you nothing. Let a man stand up for his own truly good cause!\n\n(294) Your keep is in your house; your belly is full; the heqat measure brims over\n\n(295) and its surplus perishes to the ground.\n\n(296) You, who should seize the robber and work rescue! The officials appointed to ward off\n\n(297) harm have become a refuge for the furious one — officials appointed to punish.\n\n(298) It is not fear of you that brings me to petition you; you do not read my heart, O quiet man\n\n(299) who turns to lay his grievances before you: he does not fear to plead his case to you,\n\n(300) unless his brother has been brought in to you from the road. Your fields lie out in the country;\n\n(301) your reward is in the estate; your income is in the storehouse; the officials go on giving to you,\n\n(302) and you go on taking. Are you then a robber? A work crew is brought to you\n\n(303) to apportion the fields. Do what is right for\n\n(304) the lord of right, in whom the right of his right is!\n\n(305) O rush-pen, roll of papyrus, palette of Thoth, keep far away\n\n(306) from doing evil: the good of the good man is better than he.\n\n(307) And what is right is for eternity: it goes down to the necropolis\n\n(308) in the hand of the man who does it; he is buried,\n\n(309) and the earth is one with him; it is not wiped away,\n\n(310) his name upon the earth, for he is remembered for his goodness.\n\n(311) That is the rule of the god's word. Is it a hand-scale,\n\n(312) that it cannot tilt? Is it a standing scale,\n\n(313) that it cannot lean to one side? See, I shall come,\n\n(314) or another come: question the one who comes to you!\n\n(315) Do not answer as one who cross-examines the quiet man, nor set upon\n\n(316) the man who does not attack. You are neither merciful,\n\n(317) nor do you sicken, nor do you destroy.\n\n(318) You have given me no recompense for this speech of mine,\n\n(319) so perfect, coming from the mouth of Re himself.\n\n(320) Speak what is right; do what is right, for it is great,\n\n(321) great and enduring: and when its trust is found\n\n(322) it leads on to honor. If the hand-scale tips,\n\n(323) the fault is with its pans, which carried the goods.\n\n(324) The goods are carried, yet no excess of the standard can arise;\n\n(325) no wretched case comes to the landing place,\n\n(326) while the last of all comes safe to land.\"\n\n### The Ninth Petition\n\n(91) Then this peasant came to petition him a ninth time, saying:\n\n(92) \"High Steward, my lord: this scale is the scale\n\n(93) of people — their tongue; and the hand-scale is what examines the shortfall.\n\n(94) It is the shortfall that brings punishment on him who should be punished; may the standard be squared with you.\n\n(95) Guard yourself: falsehood must not stride out boldly,\n\n(96) its need arising and what is right turning away before it — that is the possession\n\n(97) of falsehood: it flourishes the while it is not bound.\n\n(98) When falsehood goes out, it goes astray; it does not\n\n(99) cross by the ferry, it makes no headway.\n\n(100) He who grows rich by it has no children,\n\n(101) no heirs upon earth. He who sails with it\n\n(102) does not reach land, does not come to moor:\n\n(103) his boat does not reach its landing. Do not be weighty before you have been light!\n\n(104) Do not be slow before you have made haste! Do not take sides! Do not listen\n\n(105) to the heart. Do not cover your face from the man you know; do not be blind of face\n\n(106) toward the man who must see you. Look to yourself: refuse not the man who pleads to you; come down\n\n(107) out of this hesitating, so that your verdict may be proclaimed.\n\n(108) Act for him who acts for you; do not hear every man against him when a man is called\n\n(109) for his true cause. There is no yesterday for the hesitating man;\n\n(110) no friend for the man deaf to what is right; no day is fair\n\n(111) for the greedy. The accuser turns\n\n(112) wretched, and the wretched turn pleaders;\n\n(113) the opponent turns killer. See, I stand pleading to you,\n\n(114) and you do not hear it; I shall go and plead about you to Anubis\n\n### Justice\n\n(115) about you, to Anubis.\" Then the High Steward\n\n(116) Rensi son of Meru sent two guardsmen to bring him back.\n\n(117) Then this peasant was afraid, thinking he was being taken\n\n(118) to be punished for this speech he had spoken. Then this peasant said:\n\n(119) \"Like the coming of a thirsty man to the water, like\n\n(120) the mouth of a suckling child coming to the milk —\n\n(121) that is death; longed for is the sight of its coming,\n\n(122) when death is slow to come to a man.\" Then the High Steward\n\n(123) Rensi son of Meru said: \"Do not be afraid, peasant!\n\n(124) The man who has dealt with you so will have to deal with me.\" Then this peasant swore:\n\n(125) \"As I live, I will eat of your bread\n\n(126) and drink of your beer, forever and ever.\" Then the High Steward\n\n(127) Rensi son of Meru said: \"Wait here, and you shall hear\n\n(128) your petitions.\" Then he had them read out\n\n(129) from a new scroll, each petition according to its full content.\n\n(130) Then the High Steward Rensi son of Meru sent it up\n\n(131) to the majesty of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt Nebkaure, the justified. And it was better upon his heart\n\n(132) than anything that is in this whole land. Then his majesty said:\n\n(133) \"Judge it yourself, son of Meru!\" Then the High Steward\n\n(134) Rensi son of Meru sent two guardsmen to fetch Nemtynakht.\n\n(135) When he was brought in, an inventory was made of [all] his goods:\n\n(136) six persons were found with him, besides […]\n\n(137) his Upper Egyptian barley, his emmer, his donkeys […]\n\n(138) his pigs, his small cattle […]\n\n(139) this Nemtynakht, for this peasant […]\n\n(140) all his property, his dependents […]\n\n(141) of this Nemtynakht […]\n\n(142) It was his coming […]","download_url":"https://mouseia.org/api/works/eloquent-peasant/translations/trn_eloquent_peasant_mouseia.txt"},{"id":"trn_eloquent_peasant_plain","translator":"Mouseia","kind":"plain","note":"Mouseia’s complete Plain English edition, made independently and directly from the same Egyptian text, line for line, covering the whole story in its standard composite: Papyrus Ramesseum A (R 1.1–8.3) for the opening, Papyrus Berlin 3023 (B1 1–326) for the robbery and the first eight petitions, and Papyrus Berlin 3025 (B2 91–142) for the ninth petition and the ending.","text":"### The Peasant Sets Out\n\n(1.1) There was once a man named Khunanup. He was a peasant of the Field of Salt.\n\n(1.2) Now he had a wife, and her name was Meret. This peasant said to his wife: \"Look, I am going down\n\n(1.3) to Egypt, to get food there for my children. Go, then, and measure me this\n\n(1.4) barley that is in the granary, what is left of yesterday's barley; so she measured out six (?) measures of barley for him.\n\n(1.5) Then this peasant said to his wife: \"Look, […] you have twenty measures of barley for food, you and your children.\n\n(1.6) Make these six measures into bread and beer for me, for every day, and I will live on them.\"\n\n(1.7) So this peasant went down to Egypt, having loaded his donkeys\n\n(2.1) with vines (?),\n\n(2.2) cyperus grass,\n\n(2.3) natron,\n\n(2.4) salt,\n\n(2.5) wood from the place of […]tyw,\n\n(2.6) poles of awenet wood from Farafra,\n\n(2.7) panther skins,\n\n(3.1) wolf-jackal pelts,\n\n(3.2) neshau water plants (?),\n\n(3.3) pebbles (?),\n\n(3.4) tnm creeping plants,\n\n(3.5) kheper-wer healing plants,\n\n(3.6) sahut resin (?),\n\n(3.7) sakesut mineral,\n\n(4.1) mesut plants,\n\n(4.2) senet mineral,\n\n(4.3) aba stone,\n\n(4.4) ibesa oil plants,\n\n(4.5) jnbj plants,\n\n(4.6) doves,\n\n(4.7) nereu birds,\n\n(5.1) wegs birds,\n\n(5.2) weben plants,\n\n(5.3) tebesu thorn plants,\n\n(5.4) bean-like gengenet plants (?),\n\n(5.5) sheni-ta plants,\n\n(5.6) inset plants (anise?).\n\n(6.1) All of it full of every good gift of the Field of Salt.\n\n(6.2) So this peasant set out, going south,\n\n(6.3) to Herakleopolis, and reached the district of Per-Fefi,\n\n(6.4) north of Medenit. There he found a man\n\n(6.5) standing on the embankment. His name was Nemtynakht, and he was the son of a man\n\n(6.6) named Isry, a servant of the high steward\n\n(6.7) Rensi son of Meru. When this Nemtynakht saw the peasant's donkeys, and they pleased him, he said:\n\n(7.2) \"Oh, if only I had some image with which I could steal this peasant's goods!\n\n(7.3) This peasant would have to pass by him, for the house of this Nemtynakht stood at the landing place\n\n(7.4) of the neighborhood. It was narrow; it was not wide.\n\n(7.5) It was only as wide as a garment; one side of it\n\n(7.6) lay under water, the other under barley. Then this Nemtynakht said to his servant: \"Go and fetch\n\n(7.7) me a cloth from my house.\" It was brought to him at once.\n\n(8.1) Then he spread it out over the neighborhood's landing place.\n\n(8.2) Its fringed edge hung down onto the water, its smooth hem\n\n(8.3) onto the barley.\n\n### The Robbery\n\n(1) Now this peasant came along the road that all people use. This Nemtynakht said: \"Please be kind, peasant!\n\n(2) Do not step on my clothes!\" Then this peasant said:\n\n(3) \"I will do what you approve; good is my way.\n\n(4) So he stepped up off the road. Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(5) \"Is my Upper Egyptian barley to serve you as a road?\" Then this peasant said: \"Good\n\n(6) is my way. The bank is high, and the road\n\n(7) lies under Upper Egyptian barley, and now you block our road\n\n(8) with your clothes. Will you not let us pass by on the road?\"\n\n(9) Now as they were on the road, one of these donkeys filled\n\n(10) its mouth with a tuft of the Upper Egyptian barley. Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(11) \"Look, I am going to take your donkey, peasant, because\n\n(12) it is eating my Upper Egyptian barley. Look, it will have to tread out the grain for its offense.\"\n\n(13) Then this peasant said: \"Good is my way: one tuft destroys ten!\n\n(14) I bought my donkey for ten pieces of silver. Will you take it\n\n(15) because of one filling of its mouth with a tuft of Upper Egyptian barley? And I,\n\n(16) I know the lord of this estate; it belongs to the high steward, the son of Meru,\n\n(17) Rensi. It is he who punishes every robber in this whole land.\n\n(18) Shall I be robbed, then, in his own estate?\" Then this Nemtynakht said:\n\n(19) \"Is this that saying people tell:\n\n(20) 'The name of the wretched man is spoken only because of his lord'? It is I\n\n(21) who speak to you, and it is the high steward whom you bring to mind.\"\n\n(22) Then he took for himself a stick of green tamarisk wood\n\n(23) and beat him with it on every limb of his body. Then his donkeys were taken\n\n(24) and driven into his estate. Then this peasant wept\n\n(25) very loudly, from the pain of what had been done to him.\n\n(26) Then this Nemtynakht said: \"Do not be loud! Keep your voice down, peasant!\n\n(27) Look, you are at the landing place of the Lord of Silence.\" Then this peasant said:\n\n(28) \"You are beating me so that you can steal my goods, and now you would even take away\n\n(29) my complaint from my mouth. Lord of Silence, give me back\n\n(30) my property, and I will not have to cry out at your terror!\n\n(31) So this peasant spent ten days pleading with this Nemtynakht, and he paid him no attention.\n\n### The Complaint\n\n(32) This Nemtynakht paid him no attention. So this peasant went\n\n(33) to Herakleopolis, to make his petition to the high steward\n\n(34) Rensi son of Meru. He found him just coming out of the door\n\n(35) of his house, on his way down to his official barge.\n\n(36) Then this peasant said: \"May it be permitted that I tell your heart\n\n(37) this plea of mine, this case:\n\n(38) let your trusted servant come to me; I send\n\n(39) him to you about it.\" Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru had\n\n(40) his trusted servant go to him, the man he had sent,\n\n(41) and the peasant told him this whole matter in full.\n\n(42) Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru brought a charge against this Nemtynakht\n\n(43) before the high officials who stood beside him. They said:\n\n(44) \"Probably it is his own peasant, gone to some other man near him.\n\n(45) That is what they do with their peasants who go to others beside them.\n\n(46) It is the same with the others beside them. Is this a case\n\n(47) for punishing this Nemtynakht for a little natron\n\n(48) and a little salt? He should be ordered to pay it back, and pay it back he will.\"\n\n(49) But pay it back he did not: silence was what\n\n(50) the high steward Rensi son of Meru made. He gave no answer\n\n(51) to these high officials, and he gave no answer to this peasant.\n\n### The First Petition\n\n(52) Then this peasant came to petition the high steward Rensi son of Meru, saying:\n\n(53) \"High steward, my lord, greatest of the great, guide of what is not and of what is. If you go down\n\n(54) to the lake of what is right,\n\n(55) you will sail across it with a fair wind.\n\n(56) No gust will tear your sail away, and your boat will not lie becalmed.\n\n(57) No harm will strike the mast of your boat. Your yards\n\n(58) will not be torn down, and you will not run aground and break up on the land.\n\n(59) No wave will carry you off, and you will not taste the evil\n\n(60) of the river; you will not look on the face of terror; they come to you,\n\n(61) the shy fish, and you take your share of the fat fowl.\n\n(62) For you are the father of the orphan,\n\n(63) the husband of the widow, the brother of the woman set aside, the cloth of\n\n(64) the man who has no mother. Let me make your name in\n\n(65) this land, by every good rule: a leader free\n\n(66) of greed, a great man free\n\n(67) of meanness, one who destroys lies and makes what is right come true. Come because of\n\n(68) the voice of the one who pleads. I speak so that you may hear: do what is right, you praised one,\n\n(69) you whom the praised ones praise. Drive out my misery!\n\n(70) Look, I am weighed down. Examine me!\n\n(71) Look, I am one who has suffered loss.\"\n\n(72) This peasant spoke this speech in the time of the majesty of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt\n\n(73) Nebkaure, the justified. The high steward then went,\n\n(74) Rensi son of Meru, to his majesty, and he said: \"My lord.\n\n(75) I have found one of these peasants, a man truly fine of speech,\n\n(76) whose goods were robbed. Look,\n\n(77) he has come to me to petition me about it.\"\n\n(78) Then his majesty said: \"If you wish to see me safe and well, you will keep him here\n\n(79) without answering anything he says, so that he will go on talking. Say nothing!\n\n(80) Let it be brought to us in writing, and we will hear it.\n\n(81) But make sure his wife and his children have something to live on. Look, one of these peasants comes\n\n(82) only because his house is empty down to the ground. Provide for this peasant's own living too,\n\n(83) and see that food is given to him without letting him know that you are the one giving it.\n\n(84) So, you being the one to give it, he was given ten loaves of bread and two jugs of beer\n\n(85) every day. When the high steward Rensi son of Meru gave them, he gave them to his friend, and the friend\n\n(86) gave them to him. Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru sent to the estate manager of\n\n(87) the Field of Salt, to provide food for this peasant's wife: three measures of barley every day.\n\n### The Second Petition\n\n(88) Then this peasant came a second time to petition him, saying: \"High steward, my lord, greatest of the great,\n\n(89) richest of the rich, in whom your great have one greater, richest of\n\n(90) your rich. Rudder of the sky,\n\n(91) pillar of the earth, plumb line that bears the weight: rudder, do not drift off course!\n\n(92) Pillar, do not lean; plumb line, do not sway! A great lord is\n\n(93) busy taking what has no owner, robbing the man who stands alone. Your needs are in your house:\n\n(94) one jug of beer and three loaves; and what more do you spend on filling your dependents?\n\n(95) A mortal man dies, he and all his household. Will you be a man of eternity? Is it not bad\n\n(96) when the scale has tilted and its weight has wandered from the true?\n\n(97) What is true has turned to confusion. Justice flees from you, driven out of\n\n(98) her place. The officials do evil, and the standard of speech\n\n(99) leans to one side. The judges rob as it takes away; he is the mutilator of speech, who\n\n(100) breeds crookedness in it. The giver of air brings gasping on the earth; the man who\n\n(101) breathes easy makes other people pant. The one who should divide is a plunderer; the one who should drive out misery\n\n(102) orders it done. The landing place is his flood wave; the one who should hold back evil\n\n(103) commits evil. Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru said: \"Is your property, in your heart, more\n\n(104) important than being seized by my servant?\" Then this peasant said: \"The measurer of a grain heap shortens it for himself,\n\n(105) fills it full for another, and cheats those around him; the man who should lead by the laws\n\n(106) orders robbery. The laws command robbery—who then will punish the evildoer? The one who should drive out\n\n(107) misery breeds misery: one man is precise in his deceit, and the other\n\n(108) applauds the wrongdoer. Do you find yourself in this? The punishing is short, the wrong\n\n(109) is long. Evil comes back to the place it held yesterday; this is the rule: act for the man who acts,\n\n(110) so that he gives thanks to god for what you do. It means turning a thing aside before\n\n(111) it is shot. It means putting a matter in the hands of the lord of the matter. Oh, if only one moment would bring ruin—\n\n(112) overturning your trap, thinning out your birds,\n\n(113) cutting down your waterfowl. The man who sees turns out blind, the man who hears\n\n(114) turns out deaf, and the leader becomes a misleader.\n\n(115) Keeper, have you then really fallen over? Why do you act against yourself?\n\n(116) Look, you are strong and mighty; your arm is violent; your heart is greedy,\n\n(117) and kindness has passed you by. Pitiable is\n\n(118) the sufferer you destroy, for you are like\n\n(119) the messenger of Khenti, the crocodile. Look, you pass by\n\n(120) even the Lady of Plague: what is not for you is not for her, and what is not against her is not against you.\n\n(121) You did not do it, and she did not do it. A lord of bread should be gentle, even when power\n\n(122) belongs to the criminal. Theft fits the man who has no property, once a criminal\n\n(123) has snatched his goods; but when a man who is not destitute robs, shall he not be blamed?\n\n(124) No one blames him: it means looking out for himself. But you are sated\n\n(125) with your bread and drunk on your beer, and you are rich in everything.\n\n(126) The whole face of the helmsman is set forward, while the ship glides wherever it wants. The king\n\n(127) is in his palace hall, and the rudder is in your hand, while wrong is done all around you.\n\n(128) You let evil come close to you. Long is the petitioner's waiting, and the plumb weight\n\n(129) is torn away. 'What is that man doing there?' people will say. Be a shelter, and your embankment will hold!\n\n(130) Look, your landing place swarms with crocodiles.\n\n(131) Keep your tongue straight, so that you do not go wrong; it is a man's own limb that rots him.\n\n(132) Do not tell lies; be careful with the officials.\n\n(133) This is the winnowing basket that sifts the judges. Lying is their crop,\n\n(134) and they find it easy on the heart. You, wisest of all people—\n\n(135) is it my case that you do not know?\n\n(136) You who drive away every distress of the water: look, I have a road, and it is cut off.\n\n(137) You who bring every drowning man to land: rescue the shipwrecked!\n\n(138) Pull me out of this trouble that is in your charge.\"\n\n### The Third Petition\n\n(139) Then this peasant came to petition him a third time, saying:\n\n(140) \"High steward, my lord, you are Ra, lord of the sky, with your court around you.\n\n(141) Everything everyone needs is with you, as with the flood.\n\n(142) You are Hapy, who makes the fields grow green and founds\n\n(143) the mounds that were cut away. You who punish the robber and guard the wretched:\n\n(144) do not become a flood\n\n(145) against the petitioner. Take care: eternity is drawing near!\n\n(146) Desire to endure, as the saying goes: doing what is right is the breath of the nose.\n\n(147) Hand out punishment to the one who must be punished, and no one will come up to your standard.\n\n(148) Does the hand scale swerve? Does the standing scale tip to one side?\n\n(149) Is Thoth ever gentle? Then you would be doing\n\n(150) wrong, and you would make yourself the second of\n\n(151) these three. If the three are gentle, then you too must be gentle.\n\n(152) Do not answer good with evil, and do not put one thing in the place of another.\n\n(153) Speech grows faster than the senemyt vine, to touch the friendly nose with its answer; evil is watered,\n\n(154) watered by its own answer, so that its covering\n\n(155) grows—three times over, this much and more—\n\n(156) and all this to make a man act. So take the rudder in hand, and steer by the wind cord.\n\n(157) Ward off the flood wave, to do what is right; take care that\n\n(158) you do not run aground on the rudder rope. The straightness of the land\n\n(159) is doing what is right. Do not speak a lie; you are great—do not be careless.\n\n(160) You are weighty. Do not speak a lie: you are the hand scale.\n\n(161) Do not waver. You are the standard; you are one with\n\n(162) the scale: if it tilts, you tilt.\n\n(163) Do not drift away; take the rudder\n\n(164) by its rope. Do not steal—act against the thief!\n\n(165) A great man is not great when he is greedy. The plumb weight\n\n(166) is your tongue; your heart is the weight, and your two lips are its arms.\n\n(167) If you hide your face from the strong, who then will\n\n(168) hold back evil? Look, you are a wretched washerman, greedy—you are\n\n(169) one who destroys friendship, a man who abandons\n\n(170) his devoted friend for the sake of his client: his brother\n\n(171) is only the one who comes bringing him something. Look, you are\n\n(172) a ferryman who ferries only the man with his fare; the honest man's honesty\n\n(173) is cut to pieces. Look, you are a keeper of the storehouse\n\n(174) who will not let a destitute man pass at once. Look, you are\n\n(175) a falcon of the commons, living off the weakest birds. Look, you are\n\n(176) a carver at the table whose joy is in cutting up,\n\n(177) though the mutilation never touches him. Look, you are a shepherd: is it not bad\n\n(178) for me? Because you do not examine, you bring loss by the crocodile.\n\n(179) The shelter is ravenous, and it is far from the landing place of the whole land.\n\n(180) You are the one who must listen, and you do not listen. Why is it that you will not hear today?\n\n(181) If I did hold back the furious one, does the crocodile turn back? What good does that do you?\n\n(182) When what is hidden is found out, then falsehood will be thrown on its back.\n\n(183) Do not plan for tomorrow before it comes.\n\n(184) One does not know what evil is in it. So this peasant spoke this speech\n\n(185) to the high steward Rensi son of Meru, at the entrance of the gatehouse.\n\n(186) Then he had two watchmen rise up against him with whips, and they beat\n\n(187) every limb of his body with them. Then this peasant said: \"Son of Meru, you are going astray: your face\n\n(188) is blind to what you see, deaf to what you hear, and straying from what you are reminded of.\n\n(189) Look, you are a city with no one to govern it,\n\n(190) a body with no chief in it, a ship\n\n(191) with no captain, a troop with no leader.\n\n(192) Look, you are a policeman who steals, an estate manager who takes\n\n(193) bribes—a district administrator who should be fighting robbery, but has become a model for the wrongdoer.\"\n\n### The Fourth Petition\n\n(194) Then this peasant came to petition him a fourth time, and found him\n\n(195) coming out of the gate of the temple of Harsaphes. He said:\n\n(196) \"Favored one, may Harsaphes favor you, you who have come\n\n(197) from his house! Good is destroyed, for it no longer has its followers, and thrown down with it\n\n(198) is the casting of falsehood on its back. Is this ferry hauled up on land?\n\n(199) How then is anyone to cross, when crossing has been turned into a thing men hate?\n\n(200) Crossing the river on foot, in one's sandals—is that a good crossing?\n\n(201) No. Who sleeps on until daylight? Destroyed is going by night,\n\n(202) destroyed is going by day, destroyed is letting a man stand up\n\n(203) for his truly good cause. Look, there is no finish to telling you:\n\n(204) kindness has passed you by; pitiable is the sufferer\n\n(205) whom you destroy. Look, you are a hunter of the marshes,\n\n(206) a man who satisfies his heart, set on doing whatever he wishes: he spears the hippopotamuses,\n\n(207) he shoots the wild bulls, he snatches the fish, he traps\n\n(208) the birds. There is no man hasty of mouth who is free of haste.\n\n(209) There is no hasty-hearted man who is weighty in his plans. Be attentive, that you may know\n\n(210) what is right; bridle what you have chosen, so that it may go well with the man who rises quietly.\n\n(211) It goes well with the quiet man who enters in; there is none who storms in and succeeds.\n\n(212) Yet no man is impatient when help is needed.\n\n(213) Let the arm be brought; let your eyes see; let the heart be told. Do not be harsh\n\n(214) in the measure of your power, so that evil does not reach you.\n\n(215) Let one case go by, and it becomes two. It is the eater who tastes;\n\n(216) it is the one who is addressed who answers; it is the sleeper who dreams.\n\n(217) The judge who should punish him has instead become a model\n\n(218) for the wrongdoer, and he must answer for it. Fool:\n\n(219) look, you are caught! Ignorant one, look, you are being questioned!\n\n(220) You who draw the water: look, you are the one swept in!\n\n(221) Helmsman, do not let your boat drift! Giver of life, do not let people die!\n\n(222) Destroyer of evil, do not let people be destroyed!\n\n(223) Shadow, do not blaze like the sun! Shelter, do not let\n\n(224) the crocodile seize me. This is the fourth time I have come petitioning you.\"\n\n### The Fifth Petition\n\n(225) Am I to spend the whole day at this? Then this peasant came\n\n(226) to petition him a fifth time, and said: \"High steward, my lord, the hand-net fisher\n\n(227) is after the […] fish,\n\n(228) the jy fish is slaughtered; the fish-spearer\n\n(229) harpoons the webeb fish; the djebeh-net fisher\n\n(230) is after the paqer fish, and the wehaa fisher carves up the river.\n\n(231) Look, you are just like them. Do not rob a wretched man of his property,\n\n(232) for he is weak, and you know him; his property is the breath of the\n\n(233) sufferer, and to steal it is to stop up his nose.\n\n(234) You were appointed to hear a case, to judge between two parties,\n\n(235) to punish a robber when he robs. But look, what you have done is to hold the thief up.\n\n(236) You are trusted, and you have become a criminal.\n\n(237) You were set up as the dike for the wretched man.\n\n(238) Beware lest he drown! Look, you are his lake, and you are the one sweeping him away.\"\n\n### The Sixth Petition\n\n(239) As his lake dragged him along, this peasant came\n\n(240) to petition him a sixth time, saying: \"High steward, my lord: a lord who lessens falsehood\n\n(241) is one who brings justice into being, a maker of every good thing who destroys evil,\n\n(242) like fullness when it comes, ending hunger,\n\n(243) like clothing when it comes, ending nakedness.\n\n(244) Like the sky after a storm, when it grows calm\n\n(245) and warms every one of those who shiver.\n\n(246) Like fire cooking what is raw, like\n\n(247) water quenching thirst. Look at your own face:\n\n(248) you who should divide things are a cheater.\n\n(249) You who should make peace have made grief; you who should settle matters have made pain.\n\n(250) One who makes suffering is a cheat, and cheating\n\n(251) shrinks what is right. Fill the measure full and fair, so that justice is neither shorted\n\n(252) nor overflows. When you gain, give to your companion.\n\n(253) What is gulped down is empty of what is right.\n\n(254) Grief leads to separation.\n\n(255) The accuser brings about the parting.\n\n(256) No one can know what is in a heart.\n\n(257) Do not be lazy; act on the charge. If you cut apart, who will put it together?\n\n(258) The punting pole is in your hand, like a sounding staff, when a flood of water has burst in.\n\n(259) When a boat goes under, it is raised again, but its cargo is lost on every shore.\n\n(260) On every bank you are trained, you are skilled, you are\n\n(261) complete—only not for robbing. Yet you make yourself like everyone else,\n\n(262) and your circle is crooked. The man who should be straight is the greatest wrongdoer\n\n(263) in the whole land. The gardener of evil is at his watering,\n\n(264) watering his plot with evil to make his lies grow,\n\n(265) watering the harm of the mortuary estate with falsehood.\"\n\n### The Seventh Petition\n\n(266) Then this peasant came to petition him a seventh time, saying:\n\n(267) \"High steward, my lord, you are the rudder of the whole land; the land sails at your command.\n\n(268) You are the companion of Thoth, the one who judges without taking sides.\n\n(269) My lord, may you endure, so that a man may be called\n\n(270) for his true cause. Do not quarrel in your heart; it does not become you,\n\n(271) a man of long face, to become short of heart over what has not yet come.\n\n(272) Do not rejoice over what has not yet happened. A patient man makes friendship last\n\n(273) and undoes a wrong that has happened; no one can know what is in a heart.\n\n(274) He who hacks up the law and destroys the standard: no wretched man lives through his plundering\n\n(275) unless justice calls out to him. And now my body is full and my heart is loaded, and it comes out of my body\n\n(276) because of the state I am in: it is the break in the dike whose water pours out\n\n(277) the moment my mouth opens to speak. I have struggled hard with my pole,\n\n(278) I have bailed out my flood of water; I have emptied what was in my body;\n\n(279) I have brought it out into the open air, and I have washed my dirty laundry.\n\n(280) My speech is done; my misery is laid out before you. What more do you need?\n\n(281) Your laziness will lead you astray; your greed will make a fool of you;\n\n(282) your appetite will make enemies for you.\n\n(283) Would you ever find another peasant like me?\n\n(284) Would an idle man with a petition wait at the door of his own house?\n\n(285) There is no man silent whom you have made speak, and none asleep whom you have woken.\n\n(286) None dull whom you have sharpened, and none tight-lipped whom you have opened.\n\n(287) None ignorant whom you have made wise, and none foolish whom you have taught.\n\n(288) The officials are the ones who drive out evil; they are the lords of good.\"\n\n### The Eighth Petition\n\n(289) They are the craftsmen who create what exists, who rejoin a severed head. Then this peasant came\n\n(290) to petition him an eighth time, saying: \"High steward, my lord, for greed a man falls far.\n\n(291) The greedy man falls far, and his chance slips away.\n\n(292) His case can only end in failure. You are greedy; it does not become you. You rob,\n\n(293) and it does you no good. See to it that a man can stand up for his true good cause!\n\n(294) Your needs are in your house; your belly is full; the measure overflows,\n\n(295) and what runs over goes to waste on the ground.\n\n(296) The robber is seized and dragged away. The officials, appointed to ward off\n\n(297) evil, are a shelter for the aggressor; the officials appointed to punish\n\n(298) did not set themselves against falsehood. Fear of you does not keep me from petitioning you, but you do not read my heart: the quiet man\n\n(299) who turns to bring you his complaint does not fear the one it is laid before,\n\n(300) if his brother has not been brought to you from the road. Your fields lie in the open country,\n\n(301) your reward is in the estate, and your income is in the storehouse. The officials keep giving to you,\n\n(302) and you keep taking. Are you then a thief? A fighting band comes to you\n\n(303) to divide up the fields. Do what is right for the lord of what is right,\n\n(304) in whom rightness is true rightness. Reed pen, papyrus roll, and palette of Thoth:\n\n(305) keep far from doing evil! The excellence of the good man\n\n(306) is greater than the man himself.\n\n(307) What is right lasts to eternity, and it goes down to the burial ground\n\n(308) with the man who practiced it; he is buried and the earth joins him,\n\n(309) and his name is not wiped away in the land.\n\n(310) He is remembered because of the good he did.\n\n(311) That is the rule of the god's words. Is it a hand scale?\n\n(312) Then it cannot stand crooked. Is it a standing scale?\n\n(313) Then it cannot lean to one side. Look, I am coming,\n\n(314) and look, another is coming: question each of us.\n\n(315) Do not answer like a man who cross-examines the quiet,\n\n(316) or falls on the man who has not attacked him. You are neither merciful\n\n(317) nor do you feel my sickness, nor do you destroy.\n\n(318) You give me no reward for this speech,\n\n(319) so perfect, ever coming from the mouth of Re himself.\n\n(320) Speak what is right; do what is right, for it is great:\n\n(321) it is mighty and enduring; when its worth is found,\n\n(322) it leads to honor. Does the scale tilt?\n\n(323) Then it lies with its pans, the ones that carried the loads,\n\n(324) for as the loads are carried, no excess can arise.\n\n(325) The standard cannot be overstepped, and no wretched case reaches\n\n(326) the landing place, though the last of men will touch the land.\"\n\n### The Ninth Petition\n\n(91) Then this peasant came to petition him a ninth time, saying:\n\n(92) \"High steward, my lord: the people's scale\n\n(93) is their tongue, a hand scale that examines\n\n(94) the shortfall. He hands out punishment to the man who must be punished; may the standard be level with you.\n\n(95) Take care that falsehood does not arise and lay in its supplies,\n\n(96) while justice turns away before it; that is falsehood's property.\n\n(97) Falsehood thrives over justice when it is left unbound.\n\n(98) When falsehood sets out, it goes astray:\n\n(99) it cannot cross by ferry, and it cannot get on.\n\n(100) The man grown rich through it has no children\n\n(101) and no heirs on earth; and the man who travels by it\n\n(102) never reaches the land; his boat cannot make its landing.\n\n(103) Do not be weighty, having never been light.\n\n(104) Do not be slow, having never hurried; do not take sides; do not listen\n\n(105) to the heart. Do not hide your face from the man you know, or be blind of face\n\n(106) to the man who must be seen by you. Do not turn away the man who appeals to you; come down\n\n(107) out of this laziness, and let your ruling be reported.\n\n(108) Act for the man who acts for you; do not listen to the people against him\n\n(109) once a man has been called for his true cause. There is no yesterday for the idle man,\n\n(110) and no friend for the man deaf to justice, and no feast day for the greedy.\n\n(111) It goes well for the greedy man: the accuser becomes the sufferer,\n\n(112) the sufferer becomes the petitioner.\n\n(113) The enemy becomes the killer. Look, I keep bringing my petition to you,\n\n(114) and you do not hear it. I am going to carry my petition to Anubis.\"\n\n### Justice\n\n(115) Then to Anubis with you. The high steward\n\n(116) Rensi son of Meru sent two guardsmen to fetch him back.\n\n(117) Now this peasant was afraid; he thought he was being taken to be punished\n\n(118) for the speech he had spoken. Then this peasant said:\n\n(119) \"It is like the coming of a thirsty man to the water, like the mouth\n\n(120) of the child at the breast reaching its milk.\n\n(121) Such is death, whose coming men long to see\n\n(122) when it is slow in coming to them.\" Then the high steward\n\n(123) Rensi son of Meru said: \"Do not be afraid, peasant! Look,\n\n(124) the man who wronged you will have to deal with me.\" Then this peasant swore,\n\n(125) saying: \"As I live, I will eat only your bread\n\n(126) and drink only your beer, forever.\" Then the high steward\n\n(127) Rensi son of Meru said: \"Wait here, and you will hear\n\n(128) your petitions.\" Then he had them read out from a new roll, each petition\n\n(129) read in full, according to its content.\n\n(130) Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru brought the roll in\n\n(131) to the majesty of the King of Upper and Lower Egypt Nebkaure, the justified, and it pleased him\n\n(132) more than anything in this whole land. Then his majesty said:\n\n(133) \"Judge it yourself, son of Meru!\" Then the high steward Rensi son of Meru\n\n(134) sent two guardsmen to fetch Nemtynakht,\n\n(135) and when he was brought, an inventory was made of all his goods.\n\n(136) Six persons were found as his, besides\n\n(137) his Upper Egyptian barley, his emmer, and his donkeys, […]\n\n(138) besides his pigs and his small cattle, […]\n\n(139) and this Nemtynakht was given over to this peasant, […]\n\n(140) he and all his property and his serfs, […]\n\n(141) everything that belonged to this Nemtynakht, […]\n\n(142) so it was that he came, […]","download_url":"https://mouseia.org/api/works/eloquent-peasant/translations/trn_eloquent_peasant_plain.txt"}],"retex_markdown_url":"https://mouseia.org/api/works/eloquent-peasant/retex.md"}}