To Marduk, their avenger, they gave over the rule. They lifted him up on a lofty throne, Above his fathers he took his place as judge:-- Most honored be thou among the great gods, Unequaled thy rule, thy word is Anu. From this time forth thy command be not gainsaid; To lift up and cast down be the work of thy hand; The speech of thy mouth stand fast, thy word be irresistible, None of the gods shall intrude on thy domain, Fullness of wealth, the desire of the temples of the gods, Be the portion of thy shrine, though they be in need. Marduk, thou, our avenger, Thine be the kingdom over all forever. Sit thee down in might, noble be thy word, Thy arms shall never yield, the foes they shall crush. O lord, he who trusts in thee, him grant thou life, But the deity who set evil on foot, her life pour out. Then in the midst they placed a garment. To Marduk their first-born thus spake they:-- Thy rule, O lord, be chief among the gods, To destroy and to create--speak and let it be. Open thy mouth, let the garment vanish. Utter again thy command, let the garment appear. He spake with his mouth, vanished the garment; Again he commanded, and the garment appeared. When the gods, his fathers, saw thus his word fulfilled, Joyful were they and did homage: Marduk is king. On him conferred sceptre and throne.... Gave him invincible arms to crush them that hate him. Now go and cut short the life of Tiamat, May the winds into a secret place carry her blood. The ruler of the gods they made him, the gods, his fathers, Wished him success and glory in the way on which he went. He made ready a bow, prepared it for use, Made ready a spear to be his weapon. He took the ... seized it in his right hand, Bow and quiver hung at his side, Lightning he fashioned flashing before him, With glowing flame he filled its body, A net he prepared to seize Tiamat, Guarded the four corners of the world that nothing of her should escape, On South and North, on East and West He laid the net, his father Anu's gift. He fashioned the evil wind, the south blast, the tornado, The four-and-seven wind, the wind of destruction and woe, Sent forth the seven winds which he had made Tiamat's body to destroy, after him they followed. Then seized the lord the thunderbolt, his mighty weapon, The irresistible chariot, the terrible, he mounted, To it four horses he harnessed, pitiless, fiery, swift, Their teeth were full of venom covered with foam. * * * * * On it mounted Marduk the mighty in battle. To right and left he looked, lifting his eye. His terrible brightness surrounded his head. Against her he advanced, went on his way, To Tiamat lifted his face.