The Electronic Text Corpus of Sumerian Literature
(Texts: All Artifacts, Color Coding, & Writings in Bold Type With Italics Inside Parenthesis, are Added by Editor R. Brown, not the Authors, Translators, or Publishers!)
(gods in blue)
O Enegir, great libation pipe, libation pipe to the underworld of Ereškigala (Ereshkigal),
(entrance to Ereshkigal’s Nether World)
Gudua (Entrance to the nether world) of Sumer where mankind is gathered,
E-gida (Long house), in the land your shadow has stretched over the princes of the land.
Your prince, the seed of the great lord, the sacred one of the great underworld,
given birth by Ereškigala, playing loudly on the zanaru instrument, sweet as the voice of a calf,
Ninazu of the words of prayer, has erected a house in your precinct,
O house Enegir, and taken his seat upon your dais.
7 lines: the house of Ninazu in Enegir.
2nd Hymn
Ninazu’s (House) – Temple Hymn
The Electronic Text Corpus of Sumerian Literature
(Any writing in Bold Type, in Parenthesis, in Italics, & pictures are added by me, R. Brown, not the author!)
(gods in blue)
O E-sikil (Pure house) whose pure divine powers are supreme in all lands,
whose name is high and mighty, magnificent dwelling of the warrior,
holy house of Ninazu, house of the holy divine powers (alien technologies)!
House, your divine powers are pure divine powers, your lustration is a cleansing lustration.
The warrior refreshes himself in your dwelling.
(E-kur, Enlil’s mud brick-built mountain residence in Nippur)
Ninazu dines on your platform.
Your sovereign, the great lord, the son of Enlil, is a towering lion spitting venom over hostile lands,
rising like the south wind against enemy lands,
snarling like a dragon against the walls of rebel lands,
a storm enveloping the disobedient and trampling on the enemy.
When he strides forth, no evil-doer can escape.
When he establishes his triumph, the cities of the rebel lands are destroyed.
When he frowns, their people are cast into the dust.
House, your prince is a great lion from whose claws the enemy hangs.
Your sovereign is a terrifying, mighty storm, the vigor of the battle,
in combat …… like a …… with a shield on his lofty arm,
(giant net captures disloyal earthlings)
a net over the widespread people from whose reach the foe cannot escape.
When the great lord is resplendent, his magnificence has no equal.
(Enlil & spouse Ninlil carved into ancient city wall)
The true seed born of the Great Mountain (Enlil) and Ninlil,
your sovereign, the warrior Ninazu, has erected a house in your precinct,
O E-sikil, O Ešnunna, and taken his seat upon your dais.
22 lines: the house of Ninazu in Ešnunna.