El's Feast

In his house El gave a feast of game, the produce of the hunt in the midst of his palace.
He cried: To the carving, gods! Eat, O gods, and drink!⁠a
Drink wine until satiety, foaming wine until intoxication!
Yarih arched his back like a dog; he gathered up crumbs beneath the tables.
Any god who recognized him threw him meat from the joint.
But any god who did not recognize him hit him with a stick beneath the table.
At the call of Athtart and Anat he approached.
Athtart threw him a haunch, and Anat a shoulder of meat.
The porter of El’s house shouted: cLook!
Why have you thrown a haunch to the dog, to the cur have you thrown a shoulder?”
He shouted at El his father. El summoned his drinking-companions;
El took his seat in his feasting house.
He drank wine to satiety, new wine until intoxication.
El went off to his house; he stumbled off towards his dwelling;
Thukamun and Shanim supported him.
A creeping monster approached him, with horns and tail!
He floundered in his own faeces and urine:
El fell down as though dead; El was like those who go down into the underworld.
Anat and Athtart went out hunting.
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Athtart and Anat returned and they brought back meat.
When they had cured him, he awoke.
This is what needs to be put on his forehead: dog-hair and the knot of a vine and its juice.
and the head of a […] and its juice.
They should be applied together with virgin olive oil.