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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

XIII. An Erechite’s Lament

By Accadian-Babylonian and Assyrian Literature

HOW long, O my Lady, shall the strong enemy hold thy sanctuary?

There is want in Erech, thy principal city;

Blood is flowing like water in Eulbar, the house of thy oracle;

He has kindled and poured out fire like hailstones on all thy lands.

My Lady, sorely am I fettered by misfortune;

My Lady, thou hast surrounded me, and brought me to grief.

The mighty enemy has smitten me down like a single reed.

Not wise myself, I cannot take counsel;

I mourn day and night like the fields.

I, thy servant, pray to thee.

Let thy heart take rest, let thy disposition be softened.