Accadian Songs

(If) evil
thou hast done,
(to) the sea forever
... thou goest.

My city bless:
among my men
fully prosper me.

Bless everything;
and to (my) dress be favorable.

Before the oxen as they march
in the grain thou liest down.

My knees are marching,
my feet are not resting:
with no wealth of thine own,
grain thou begettest for me.

A heifer am I;
to the cow I am yoked:
the plough-handle is strong;
lift it up, lift it up!

May he perform vengeance:
may he return also
(to him) who gives.

The marsh as though it were not he passes;
the slain as though they were not ... he makes good.

To the waters their god
has returned:
to the house of bright things
he descended (as) an icicle:
(on) a seat of snow
he grew not old in wisdom.
.....

Like an oven
(which is) old
against thy foes
be hard.

Thou wentest, thou spoiledst
the land of the foe;
(for) he went, he spoiled
thy land, (even) the foe.

Kingship
in its going forth
(is) like a royal robe(?)

Into the river thou plungest, and
thy water (is) swollen
at the time:
into the orchard thou plungest, and
thy fruit
(is) bitter.

The corn (is) high,
it is flourishing;
how
is it known?
The corn (is) bearded,
it is flourishing;
how
is it known?

The fruit of death
may the man eat,
(and yet) the fruit of life
may he achieve.