The Death of a Righteous Man

Bind the sick man to Heaven, for from the Earth he is being torn away!
Of the brave man who was so strong, his strength has departed.
Of the righteous servant, the force does not return.
In his bodily frame he lies dangerously ill.
But Ishtar, who in her dwelling is grieved concerning him
descends from her mountain, unvisited of men.
To the door of the sick man she comes.
The sick man listens!
Who is there? Who comes?
It is Ishtar daughter of the Moon-god Sin:
It is the god (...) Son of Bel:
It is Marduk, Son of the god (...).
They approach the body of the sick man.
They bring a khisibta from the heavenly treasury.
They bring a sisbu from their lofty storehouse:
into the precious khisibta they pour bright liquor.
That righteous man, may he now rise on high!
May he shine like that khisibta!
May he be bright as that sisbu!
Like pure silver may his garment be shining white!
Like brass may he be radiant!
To the Sun, greatest of the gods, may he ascend!
And may the Sun, greatest of the gods, receive his soul into his holy hands!