Baal Cycle

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In lament, he calls out to Bull El, his father.
He speaks to El, the King who gave him life.
He cries out to Athirat and her offspring
The goddess and her clan.
[and the brood of] her [kin]:
He laments that Baal has no home like the other gods
No court like the sons of Athirat.
The dwelling of El is the refuge of his children
The dwelling of Lady Athirat of the Sea.
The dwelling of the Noble Brides
The dwelling of Pidray, Daughter of Light
The refuge of Tallay, Daughter of Showers
The dwelling of Arsay, Daughter of the Wide World.
Now, I bring up a second matter
Please prepare a gift for Lady Athirat of the Sea
A present for the Creator of the Gods.
The Skilled One approaches the bellows⁠a
With tongs held by Hasis.
He molds silver, he pours gold
He molds silver in the thousands
Gold he pours by the myriads.
by the myriads […]
He molds a grand canopy and couch
A grand dais two myriads in weight
A grand dais coated in silver
Covered with fluid gold.
A grand throne with a seat of gold
A grand footstool overlaid in electrum.
that is spread […]
Grand laced sandals
With gold poured over them.
A grand table adorned with figures
Creatures from the Earth's foundation.
of the foundations of the earth.
A grand bowl with flocks like Amurru's
Carved like the beasts of Yaman
With buffalo by the myriads.