Thou storm who like the seven demons flieth,
Thou storm god with vision from on high.
Storm, may thy sonorous voice give forth its utterance,
Thou storm god with vision from on high.
The lightning thy messenger send forth,
Thou storm god with vision from on high.
The next five lines, still continuing the message of Enlil to his son, has the refrain: “Who can strive with thee.”
My son, go forth, go up, who that cometh can strive with thee?
If the foe do harm, the father is over thee, who can strive with thee?
With the small hail stones thou art skillful, who can strive with thee?