Ilimilku the Scribe · a new plain-English translation from the original language
[. . .] he [dr]ove him out;
[. . .] he [ex]pelled him;
[. . . like] [a bi]rd from
[his lordship(?).] [He gave(?)] his [broth]er(?) —
[. . .] Mot —
[. . .] the Annihilator of Peoples —
[. . .] the son of the gods, Mot —
[. . .] his seven lads.
[And] the son of the gods, Mot, spoke:
'Look — it was my own brothers Baal gave
for my eating, the sons of my own mother
for my consuming!' He returned to Baal on the crags of
Sapan; he lifted(?) his voice and cried:
'My own brothers, Baal, you gave
for my eating — the sons of my own mother
for my consuming!' They eyed each other like fighters(?) —
Mot was strong; Baal was strong. They gored
like wild oxen — Mot was strong; Baal
was strong. They bit like serpents —
Mot was strong; Baal was strong. They dragged(?)
like racers(?) — Mot fell;
Baal fell — on top of him. Shapshu
cried out to Mot: 'Hear, pray,
O son of the gods, Mot: how can you do bat-
tle with Mightiest Baal?
How, then, would Bull El your father hear you?
Surely he will pull up the support of
your seat — surely he will overturn the throne of your kingship,
surely he will break the scepter of your rule!'
The son of the gods, Mot, was afraid; terrified was the Be-
loved of El, the Hero. Mot started(?)
at her voice. He lift[ed] [his voice] [and cried:]
'Let Baal be enthroned [on] [the throne of]
his kingship, on the re[sting place,] [the seat of]
his dominion!' [. . .]
[. . .] the domi[nion(?) . . .]
for ever and e[ver(?).] Look, [. . .]
[. . .] years(?) [. . .]
[. . .] [El] the Compassionate —
[. . .] the goblet(?)(?) —
[. . .] without weariness(?) —
[. . .] you shall surely go —
you shall surely eat the bread of offering(?) — fresh [me]at(?);
you shall surely drink the wine of oblation,
the wine of homage. Shapshu —
the shades(?) are under you;
Shapshu — the divine dead are under you;
the gods are your company — look, the dead
are your company. Kothar is your comrade,
and Hasis your familiar:
in the sea are Arsh and the dragon —
let Kothar-and-Hasis drive them off(?);
let Kothar-and-Hasis cast them out(?)!
Written by Ilimilku the Shubanite,
student of Attanu the Diviner, chief of
the priests, chief of the shepherds,
officiant(?) of Niqmaddu, king of Ugarit,
lord of Yargub, master of Tharuman.