I crushed the gods’ beloved, Arsha. I ravaged El’s young bull, Ataka. I crushed the gods’ she-wolf, Fire. I annihilated El’s daughter, Zabiba. I’ve reaped silver from my fighting; I’ve taken possession of gold of those who drove Baal from the heights of Saphon” knocking him like a bird from his perch and drove him from the throne of his kingship from the back-rest, from the siege of his dominion. Let not the sons of your house, O El, let not the daughters of your house rejoice,

7 The one whose appetite is satisfied loathes honey, but to the hungry mouth every bitter thing is sweet. 8 Like a bird that wanders from its nest, so is a person who wanders from his home. 9 Ointment and incense make the heart rejoice, likewise the sweetness of one’s friend from sincere counsel.