A hymn to Inana (Inana C)

xx the runners, when you open your mouth, xx turns into xx. At your glance a deaf man does not xx to one who can hear. At your anger what is bright darkens; you turn midday into darkness. When the time had come you destroyed the place you had in your thoughts, you made the place tremble. Nothing can be compared to your purposes (?); who can oppose your great deeds? You are the lady of heaven and earth! Inana, in (?) the palace the unbribable judge, among the numerous people xx decisions. The invocation of your name fills the mountains, An (?) cannot compete with your xx.