Aqhat

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And Virgin Anat replied:
“Do not let the sons of your house, O El, do not let the daughters of your house rejoice,
do not let the children of your palace rejoice!
I shall surely seize them in my right hand;
I shall smite them by the strength of my long arm!
I shall smite you on your skull; I shall make your gray hair run with blood,⁠a
the gray hair of your beard with gore!
Then let Aqhat come to you, and let the son of Danel deliver you,
and let him save you from the hand of Virgin Anat!”
But the Wise One, El the perceptive, replied:
“I know you, daughter, that you are pitiless, and that among goddesses there is no contempt like yours!
Depart, daughter! Ruthless is your heart: You take what is in your liver,⁠b
you take what is in your heart!
Let him be trampled who hinders you!”
Virgin Anat departed. Then indeed she set her face
towards Aqhat the hero, over a thousand miles,
ten thousand leagues, and Virgin Anat laughed.
She lifted up her voice and cried: “Listen, pray, O hero Aqhat! Come, brother, and I shall ...”
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