Ilimilku the Scribe · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[. . . my ha]nd(?) shook, I wilted(?) . . .
[. . .] 'While there is li[fe] in me, I will surely drive him out. Even so I sai[d it:]
[. . .] and in the sea is rest(?), surely he will perish in the sea; in the double breast(?) — whatever(?) —
[. . .] River . . . they devour(?). There with two swords I will finish it(?); I will kiss(?) —
to the earth let our strong one fall, [in] both temples; into the dust, our mighty one!'
Scarcely had the word left [his] mouth, his utterance his lips — scarcely had she given voice — when he sank
beneath the throne of Prince Yam. And Kothar-and-Hasis spoke: 'Did I not tell
you, O Prince Baal — did I not repeat it, O Rider of the Clouds? Now your enemy,
O Baal — now your enemy you will strike, now you will destroy your foe!
You will take your everlasting kingship, your dominion for ever and ever!'
Kothar brought down a double mace, and he proclaimed its names: 'Your name — yours — is
Yagrush, "Driver." Yagrush: drive out Yam! Drive Yam from his throne,
River from the seat of his dominion! Leap from Baal's hand like an ea-
gle from his fingers! Strike the shoulders of Prince Yam, between the arms of
[Jud]ge River!' The mace leapt from Baal's hand, like an eagle
from his fingers; it struck the shoulders of Prince Yam, between the arms of Judge
River. Yam was strong — he did not sink; his joints did not buckle; his frame
did not collapse. Kothar brought down a double mace, and he proclaimed its names:
'Your name — yours — is Ayyamur, "Expeller." Ayyamur: expel Yam! Expel Yam
from his throne, River from the seat of his dominion! Leap
from Baal's hand like an eagle from his fingers! Strike the sku-
ll of Prince Yam, between the eyes of Judge River! Let Yam collapse
and fall to the earth!' And the mace leapt from Baal's hand,
like an eagle from his fingers; it struck the skull of Prince
Yam, between the eyes of Judge River. Yam collapsed and fell
to the earth; his joints buckled and his frame gave way.
Baal dragged him off and set to rending Yam; he was finishing off Judge River —
when by name Athtart rebuked him: 'Be ashamed, O Mightiest B[aal!]
Be ashamed, O Rider of the Clouds! For Pri[nce] [Yam] was our captive; [for]
Judge River was our captive.' And he went out . . . [. . .]
And Mightiest Baal was ashamed(?), and . . . [. . .]
'Yam is surely dead! Baal shall be ki[ng(?) . . .]
heat(?), surely, and . . . [. . .]'
He answered: 'Yam is surely dead! [. . .]
surely . . .' And [she(?)] answ[ered: . . .]
'O Baal . . . them(?) [. . .]
surely . . . set(?) [. . .]
on his head [. . .]
his enemies . . . [. . .]
between his eyes(?) [. . .]
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