Anu and Vul, the great gods, my Lords, let them consign his name to
perdition; let them curse him with an irrevocable curse; let them cause
his sovereignty to perish; let them pluck out the stability of the throne
of his empire; let not offspring survive him in the kingdom;[1] let his
servants be broken; let his troops be defeated; let him fly vanquished
before his enemies. May Vul in his fury tear up the produce of his land.
May a scarcity of food and of the necessaries of life afflict his country.
For one day may he not be called happy. May his name and his race perish
in the land.
In the month of _Kuzallu_[2] on the 29th day, in the High-Priesthood of
_Ina-iliya-hallik,_ (entitled) _Rabbi-turi._
[Footnote 1: Doubtful and faulty in text.]
[Footnote 2: Chisleu.]