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Marduk - historical poetry.

He said over my powerful spell,
sent a storm wind to the foundations of heaven,
he was expelled from the country.
The evil dead spirit descended to its depth,
countless countless demons he returned.
He dropped Labartun, drove it out to the mountain,
he fevered into the waves of the sea.
The root of the disease was like a grass.
Evil sleep, unhealthy horror
gathered into a cloud of smoke and plunged into the sky.
By complaining and screaming he put them out,
like a hurricane to land ...
He shot the painful headache to the ground,

my eyes leaked he removed and healed.
My eyebrow, which had become thick as night,
he removed, and the wind blew their sight.
My ears, which were blocked, became heavy-eared
he released the jams and opened my hearing.
My nose, which was clogged with the nose,
he healed, and I breathed freely.
My lips, who were inflamed and covered with snow,
he wiped clean and opened their ties.
My mouth that was covered that I hardly could whisper,
he wiped out, and cut off the worm's stature as a yarn.
The tooth, which was immovable and pushed together,
in the meantime he opened and ...
My tongue, who was inflamed and could not speak,
he swelled and swollen my swelling.
The trachea, which had clasped close to it, like a shriveled hoof,
he healed the opening of it, made it sing like a flute.
My lungs that were blocked did not take the breath,
their obstruction he removed, opened their doors.

All the mouths praised his greatness.
Who commanded who fulfilled the vision of divinity?
Whose mind can freely travel his own way?
Except Marduk, Who Healed His Lifeless State?
Except Sarpanitu, who the goddess brought her life?
Marduk can awaken from the grave.
The hinged pile is able to escape the trap.