A Šir-namerima for Iddin-Dagan (Iddin-Dagan D)

Lady whose tempest, like a raging storm, xx the interior of heaven and the trembling earth, whose upraised fierce face, like a fire, rips the bodies of the enemy; who, like a dragon, does not bring up venom in her place where xx, paws of a lion, sharpened knives, claws constantly dripping blood, xx which prick the body with fear! When you draw through the flesh the scalpel and the lancet, knives like lion's claws -- the bodies of the black-headed people tremble because of you!