I am supreme, the hand of him who contends with me shall not stand against my hand.
My mighty pace fills the earth
I am supreme, the foot of him who contends with me shall not stand against my foot.
Who is there before me? Who is there behind me?
From the lifting up of mine eyes who can escape?
From the rush of my onslaught who can flee?
Yet this warlike goddess is apparently not without some tenderness:
The exalted daughter of Bel I am,
The noble heroine of my father Sin I am,
I am supreme, the legitimate wife of Ea I am,