day of ATEN

How manifold are your works,
They are hidden from before (us) O one deity,
whose powers no other possess.
You did create the earth according to your heart
While you was alone Man, all cattle, large and small
All that are upon the earth That go about on their feet
(All) That are on high That fly with their wings
The foreign countries, Syria and Kush,
The land of Egypt
You set every man into his place
You supply their necessities
Everyone has his possessions
And his days are reckoned
The tongues are diverse in speech
Their forms likewise and their skins are distinguished
(For) you make different the strangers.

excerpt of "hymn to ATEN"