Ilimilku the Scribe · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[They came to] [the mound] [of El] and entered
[the dwelling] [of the King,] [the Father] of Years.
[They lifted] [their voices] [and cri]ed: 'We circled
[to] the [ed]ges(?) of the ea[rth,] to the limits of
the watery deep; we came
to the pleasant place, the pasture-land —
to the lovely fields of the Realm-of-Death's-Shore.
We came upon Baal, fallen to the ear-
th: dead is Mightiest Baal!
Perished is the Prince, lord of the earth!'
Then the Kindly One, El
the Compassionate, came down from his throne — he sat
on the footstool; and from the footstool he sat
on the ground. He poured the ash(?) of
mourning on his head, the dust of grovelling
on his skull; for clothing he covered himself
with a girded loincloth. His skin with a stone
he scored — with a flint(?) double-blade(?); in the woods(?)
he cut cheeks and chin;
he furrowed the length(?) of his arm; he plowed
his chest like a garden — like a valley he furrowed
his back. He lifted his voice and cried:
'Baal is dead! What of the people of the son of
Dagan? What of the multitudes? After
Baal I would go down into the earth.' Anat too
went walking and hunting — every mountain
to the heart of the earth, every hill
to the [he]art of the fields. She came to the pleasant place,
[the earth's] pasture-land — to the lovely fields
[of the Realm-of-Death's]-Shore; she ca[me] upon Baal, fal[len]
[to] [the ea]rth. [For clothing] she covered herself with a gir[ded loincloth.]