Nikkal and Yarih

I sing of Nikkal-and-Ib,⁠a
Hirhibi, king of summer, Hirhibi, king
[…]
Yarih […], he embraces her who
will bear […]
[…] to the daughters of Hilal, [the swallows].
Look, a young woman will bear a son […]⁠b
[…]
[…]
[…] like a bride […]
Listen, goddesses, Kotharat, […]
[…]
to his lord […]
Dagan […]
[…] to the Kotharat, to the daughters of Hilal, [the swallows].
Yarih, lamp of heaven, sends to
Hirhibi, king of summer: "Give Nikkal; Yarih
will pay the bride-price for Ib. Let her enter his house,
and I will give her bride-price to her father:⁠c
a thousand of silver and ten thousand of gold;
I will send gleaming lapis lazuli;
I will make her fields into vineyards,
the field of her love […]."
Then Hirhibi, king of summer, answered: "O
most gracious of the gods, become a son-in-law
to Baal; marry Pidray, [his] daughter.
I will bring you near to her father Baal.
[…] Athtar. Marry
for yourself Ybrdmy, the daughter of [her] father
the Lion […]." Then
Yarih, lamp of heaven, answered: "Now
with Nikkal is my marriage." Afterward
Yarih paid the bride-price for Nikkal. Her father
set up the stand of the scales; her mother
the pans of the scales; her brothers arranged
[…]; her sisters the
stones of the scales. Of Nikkal-and-Ib
I sing: may Yarih give light, and may
Yarih shine on you.
I sing of the goddesses, the Kotharat, [daughters]
of Hilal, the swallows, daughters of
Hilal, lord of the sickle, who went down
[…]
[…] with the Kindly One, El
the Compassionate. Look, in my mouth is
their number, on my lips their count:
her dowry and her bridal gift […]
[…]
[…]
the Good One, the youngest of the Kotharat.