Wretched Fallen one of Khatti   Rise against the oppressing Sword   Encircled Abandoned Alone   I Smite the vile Hittite Foe      My Father Amon what carest Thee   For the Vile and Ignorant of God   My Father Amon what carest Thee   For these Effeminate ones   At millions of whom I groweth not Pale      Raging like Menthu like Baal in his Hour   Lo the mighty Sekhmet is with Me   I enter in among them even as a hawk striketh   I slay I hew to pieces and cast to the ground   The royal snake upon my brow   Spits forth Fire in the face of mine enemies   And Burneth their Limbs      My Chariot Wheels trample the Fallen   Cut to pieces before my Steeds   And laying   In their own Blood   I Crush the Skulls of the Dying   And Sever the hands of the Slain   I Ramses   Builder of Temples   Usurper of Monuments Slayer of Hittites   Bringer of War