At whose wrath the heaven quakes;
At whose wrath the deep is troubled;
At the point of whose weapon the gods turn back;
Whose furious attack no one ventures to oppose;
The mighty lord, to whom there is no rival in the assembly of the gods.
In the bright firmament of heaven, his course is powerful;
In Ekur, the temple of holiness, exalted are his decrees.
In the storm wind his weapons blaze forth;
With his flame steep mountains are destroyed.
He overwhelms the expanse of the billowy ocean.