Ilimilku the Scribe · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[. . .] . . . [. . .]
to the stone(?) . . .
She grasped her spindle [in her hand,]
the whorl-spindle in her right hand.
Her garment, the covering of her flesh,
she stripped off — her clothing, into the sea;
her double garment, into the two rivers.
She set a cauldron on the fire,
a pot upon the coals,
and courted(?) Bull El the Compassionate —
paid homage to the Creator of Creatures.
Lifting her eyes, she saw them:
the coming of Baal Athirat
surely saw — the coming of the Virgin
Anat, the approach of the Sister-in-law
[of Peoples.] At that her feet
[stamped;] [behi]nd, her back as if
[breaking;] [above,] her [fa]ce ran sweat;
the joints of her [ba]ck convulsed,
the muscles(?) of [her] spine.
She lifted her voice and cried: 'How is it
Mightiest Baal has come?
How is it the Vir[g]in Anat
has come? Are they my strikers — the [str]ikers of
my sons, the [destroyers] of the [ba]nd of
my kin?' [The gleam] of silver Athirat
surely saw — the gleam of silver and the shine
of gold — and Lady Ath[irat] of the Sea
rejoiced. Aloud to her lad she [cried:]
'Look, O Skillful One — fisher of the [Sea,]
fisherman of Lady Athira[t] [of the Sea:]
take a net in your hand — . . .
a great one upon both hands —
into the Beloved of El, Y[am] —
into Yam of El, the . . . [Ri]-
ver of El . . .
Mightiest [Baal] —
the Virgin [Anat] —
what . . .
and you . . .
Athira[t] . . .
in . . .
without(?) . . .
the king . . .
which . . .
in . . .
the winepress(?) —
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