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Akhenre Setepenre Siptah or Merenptah Siptah was the penultimate ruler of the Nineteenth Dynasty of Egypt. His father's identity is currently unknown. Both Seti II and Amenmesse have been suggested.
He was not the crown prince, but succeeded to the throne as a child after the death of Seti II. His accession date occurred on I Peret day 2 around the month of December.
Historically, it was believed that Tiaa, a wife of Seti II, was the mother of Siptah. This view persisted until it was eventually realized that a relief in the Louvre Museum (E 26901) "pairs Siptah's name together with the name of his mother" a certain Sutailja or Shoteraja.
Sutailja was a Canaanite rather than a native Egyptian name which means that she was almost certainly a king's concubine from Canaan. However, Dodson/Hilton assert that this is not correct and that the lady was, instead, the mother of Ramesses-Siptah and a wife of Ramesses II.
The identity of his father is currently unknown; some Egyptologists speculate it may have been Amenmesse rather than Seti II since both Siptah and Amenmesse spent their youth in Chemmis and both are specifically excluded from Ramesses III's Medinet Habu procession of statues of ancestral kings unlike Merneptah or Seti. This suggests that Amenmesse and Siptah were inter-related in such a way that they were "regarded as illegitimate rulers and that therefore they were probably father and son."
"Soul and Fire" by Sebadoh
Written by Lou Barlow
from _Bubble and Scrape_
It's all a matter
of soul and fire.
Infatuation
or true desire.
The thrill of discovery,
divine intervention;
cruel, cruel change,
pain of rejection.
As you walk away
think of all the joy we shared.
If you decide you need me,
I'll be wondering if I care...
Not there to soothe your soul,
friend to tender friend.
I think our love is coming to an end.
King persuader,
congratulations.
You share her heart,
you bought her soul
Princess confusion
come to me again.
Saying goodbye
was so much fun.
When you walk away
feel the freedom in your heart.
There's a joy in letting go,
free to find a love apart.
When I lose control
I need a kind, forgiving friend,
but I think our love is coming to an end.