A hymn to Nanše (Nanše A)

If the mother has not given to the child what she had to eat, has not given to it what she had to drink, has not xx [1 line unclear] and his mother xx the firewood carrier's delivery from the open country, and the child speaks to the mother who bore him in the great city with black looks (?) and in anger, then the king who hates violence, Ḫendursaĝa, will treat such a person like water in a filthy place, and will reject that child for her sake as grain is rejected by acid soil. xx the words of his own mother xx.