The cursing of Agade

"Agade, may your strong man be deprived of his strength, so that he will be unable to lift his sack of provisions and xx, and will not have the joy of controlling your superior asses; may he lie idle all day! May this make the city die of hunger! May your citizens, who used to eat fine food, lie hungry, may your xx man eat the coating on his roof, may he chew (?) the leather hinges on the main door of his father's house! May depression descend upon your palace, built for joy (1 ms. has instead:) joyous palace ! May the evils of the desert, the silent place, howl continuously!"