Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 724 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 1.

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 724 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 1.
     Then advance Tiamat, and Marduk the ruler of the gods
     To battle they rush, come on to the fight. 
     His wide-stretched net over her the lord did cast,
     The evil wind from behind him he let loose in her face. 
     Tiamat opened her throat as wide as she might,
     Into it he sent the evil wind before she could close her lips. 
     The terrible winds filled her body,
     Her senses she lost, wide open stood her throat. 
     He seized his spear, through her body he ran it,
     Her inward parts he hewed, cut to pieces her heart. 
     Her he overcame, put an end to her life,
     Cast away her corpse and on it stood. 
     So he, the leader, slew Tiamat,
     Her power he crushed, her might he destroyed. 
     Then the gods, her helpers, who stood at her side,
     Fear and trembling seized them, their backs they turned,
     Away they fled to save their lives. 
     Fast were they girt, escape they could not,
     Captive he took them, broke in pieces their arms. 
     They were caught in the net, sat in the toils,
     All the earth they filled with their cry. 
     Their doom they bore, held fast in prison,
     And the eleven creatures, clothed with dread,
     A herd of demons who with her went,
     These he subdued, destroyed their power,
     Crushed their valor, trod them under foot;
     And Kingu, who had grown great over them all,
     Him he overcame with the god Kugga,
     Took from him the tablets of fate which were not rightfully his,
     Stamped thereon his seal, and hung them on his breast. 
     When thus the doughty Marduk had conquered his foes,
     His proud adversary to shame had brought,
     Had completed Anshar’s triumph over the enemy,
     Had fulfilled Nudimmud’s will,
     Then the conquered gods he put in prison,
     And to Tiamat, whom he had conquered, returned. 
     Under his foot the lord Tiamat’s body trod,
     With his irresistible club he shattered her skull,
     Through the veins of her blood he cut;
     Commanded the north wind to bear it to a secret place. 
     His fathers saw it, rejoiced and shouted. 
     Gifts and offerings to him they brought. 
     The lord was appeased seeing her corpse. 
     Dividing her body, wise plans he laid. 
     Into two halves like a fish he divided her,
     Out of one half he made the vault of heaven,
     A bar he set and guards he posted,
     Gave them command that the waters pass not through. 
     Through the heaven he strode, viewed its spaces,
     Near the deep placed Nudimmud’s dwelling. 
     And the lord measured the domain of the deep,
     A palace like it, Eshara, he built,
     The palace Eshara which he fashioned as heaven. 
     Therein made he Anu, Bel, and Ea to dwell. 
     He established the station of the great gods,
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