Lo, my name is abhorred

Lo, my name is abhorred, 
Lo, more than the odour of carrion 
On summer days when the sky is hot.

Lo, my name is abhorred, 
Lo, more than the odour of crocodiles, 
More than sitting under the bank of crocodiles. 

Lo, my name is abhorred, 
Lo, more than a woman 
Against whom a lie is told her husband. 

[...]

To whom do I speak today ?
He that hath a contented countenance is bad,Good is disregarded in every place.

To whom do I speak today?Brothers are evil,A man is treated as an enemy in spite of a righteous disposition.

To whom do I speak today ?
There are none that are righteous,
The earth is given over to the workers of inequity.
To whom do 1 speak today ?
The sin that smiteth the land,It hath no end.

[...]

Death is before me today
As the odour of myrrh,
As when one sitteth under the sail on a windy day.

Death is before me today
As the odour of lotus flowers,
As when one sitteth on the shore of drunkenness.

Death is before me today
As a man longs to sec his house 
When he has spent years in captiviry.

[...]  
He who is yonder
Shall seize the culprit as a living god,
Inflicting punishment of wickedness on the doer of it.

He who is yonder
Shall be a wise man who has not been repelled,
Praying to Re [king of the gods] when he speaks. 

Thomas, Chris. “First Suicide Note?” The British Medical Journal, vol. 281, no. 6235, 1980, pp. 284–285. JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/25440699.