Letter from Sîn-iddinam to the god Utu

Distress has been caused in your city Larsam, which you have chosen in your heart. The broad squares where days have been passed in merriment have been reduced to (1 ms. has instead:) are left (?) in silence. Your commendable troops who were assembled have been annihilated (?) like reeds from a reed fence splitting apart. Your young men have been harvested like barley at the due time; they have been picked and have been plucked like ripened fruit (?). The people have been smashed like terracotta figurines; they (?) have perished all together. An evil storm took away the little ones from the laps (?) of their mothers. The people xx; their appearance has been (?) changed. Overwhelming troops have been set loose, xx the Land xx like flour. O youthful Utu, like an enemy you stand aside from your city Larsam.