Kirta

[gold]; . . . . . . . . . . .
[and] perpetual [slaves]; a groom,
[horse]s, chariots from the stable of the son of a handmaid?
[Grant that] I may beget [chil]dren;
[grant that] I may multiply [kins]men."—
And Bull, his father El, [replied]:
Stop weeping, Kirta,
stop crying, gracious one, heir of El.
Wash yourself and rouge yourself;
Wash your [h]and to the elbow,
[your] fing[ers] up to the shoulder.
Enter the shade of a pavilion.
Take a lam[b in your hand],
a lamb of sac[rifice in (your)] right hand,
a kid in th[e other han]d,
. . . . . . . . . [ ] . . . . . .
Take a msrr, bird of
sacrifice. Pour wine [into a bo]wl of⁠a
silver, honey into a bowl of [g]old.
{Mount to the top of a [to]wer.}
And mount to the top of a [to]wer;
mount up to the summit of the wall. Lift up your hands⁠b
to heaven, sacrifice to Bull⁠c
your father, El. Serve Baal
with your sacrifice, the Son of Dagan
with your oblation. Then let Kirta
descend from the housetops. Prepare
grain from the granaries,
wheat from the storehouses.
Let bread be baked of a fifth,
food of a sixth month.
Muster Ngb and let it come forth,
the host of the troops of Ngb.
And let come forth the assembled multitude,⁠d
your troops, a mighty force:
three hundred myriads;
serfs uncounted,
peasants untold.
They march in thousands closely packed,
and in myriads massed.
After two, two march;
after three, all of them.
The solitary man closes his house;⁠e
the widow hires herself
out; the sick man is carried in
(his) bed; the one-eyed man blinks
with one eye. And even the newly wed
bridegroom goes forth: he drives to another
his wife, to a stranger
his beloved.—(They are) like the locusts
that dwell on the steppe,