Baal Cycle

Then they set their faces indeed towards El at the source of the rivers at the midst of the springs of the two deeps. They rolled back the tent of El
and came to the pavilion of the King, the Father of the Bright One.
They lifted up their voices and cried:
We travelled to the ends of the earth,
to the edge of the abyss;
we came to Paradise the land of pasture,
to Delight, the steppe by the shore of death.
We came upon Baal fallen to the earth:
dead was Valiant Baal,⁠a
perished was the Prince, Lord of the earth!
Then the Wise One, the perceptive god,
went down from his throne:
he sat on his footstool. And from his footstool
he sat on the ground. He poured the ashes of affliction on his head,⁠b
the dust of grovelling on his skull
For clothing he put on a loin-cloth
His skin with a stone he scored,⁠c
his side-locks with a razor;
he gashed cheeks and chin.
He ploughed his collar-bones,
he turned over like a garden his chest, like a valley he ploughed his breast
He lifted up his voice and cried:
Baal is dead! What has become of the Powerful One?
The Son of Dagan! What has become of Tempest?
After Baal I shall go down into the underworld. Anat also went out,
and searched every mountain in the midst of the earth,
every hill in the midst of the steppe.
She came to Paradise, the land of pasture,
Delight, the steppe by the shore of death.
She found Baal,
fallen to the earth. For clothing she put on a loincloth.