A hymn to Inana (Inana C)

Her wrath is xx, a devastating flood which no one can withstand. A great watercourse, xx, she abases those whom she despises. The mistress, an eagle that lets no one escape, xx, Inana, a falcon preying on the gods, Inana rips to pieces the spacious cattle-pens. The fields of the city which Inana has looked at in anger xx. The furrows of the field which the mistress xx grass. An opposes her, xx. Setting on fire, in the high plain the mistress xx. Inana xx. The mistress xx speeding xx fighting, xx conflict.