Aqhat

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[…] he breaks […]
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[Virgin] Anat, to all […]
Virgin Anat departed. [Then indeed she set her face]
towards Yatpan, the warrior of the Lady. [She lifted up her voice]
and cried: “[…] Yatpan […]
the city of Abilum, Abilum, [the city of Prince Yarih]!
Will Yarih not be renewed in [his left] horn,
in his right horn? […]
his skull.” And Yatpan, the [warrior of the Lady], replied:
“Listen, pray, O Virgin Anat! You, because of [his bow],
will strike him, because of his arrows; him you will not let [live]. […]
The gracious hero has set out a meal, and […]
he has stayed behind in the camp, and […]
And Virgin Anat replied: “Return, Yatpan, and […]
I will place you like an eagle in my belt,
like a hawk in my quiver. Aqhat, [as he sits]
to eat, the son of Danel to dine, [over him]
eagles will soar, will watch, a [flock of]
hawks. Among the eagles I myself will soar; over⁠a
Aqhat I will place you. Strike him twice on the head,
three times above the ear. Pour out, like a slaughterer,
his blood, as one slaughtering, onto his knees. Let go out, like
a wind, his breath, like spittle, his spirit, like
smoke from his nostrils. […] I
will not let live.” She took Yatpan, the warrior of the Lady;
she placed him like an eagle in her belt, like a hawk
in her quiver. Aqhat, as he sat down to e[at],
the son of Danel to dine, over him eagles
soared, a flock of haw[ks] watched. [Among]
the eagles Anat soared. Over [Aqhat]
she placed him. He struck him twice [on the head],
three times above the ear. He poured out, [like]
a slaughterer, his blood, as one slaugh[tering, onto his knees].
Out went, like a wind, [his] breath, [like spittle]⁠b
his spirit, like smoke from [his nostrils]. […]
Anat, at the destruction of her warrior, […]
Aqhat, and she wept. “[Child of Danel], […]
[…] I, and because of [your bow I struck you], because of
your arrows. You […]
And the birds perished […]