“Tia-mat cried aloud and fiercely, All her lower members trembled beneath her. She was reciting an incantation, kept reciting her spell, While the (battle-)gods were sharpening their weapons of war. Tia-mat and Marduk, the sage of the gods, came together, Joining in strife, drawing near to battle. Be-l spread out his net and enmeshed her; He let loose the Evil Wind, the rear guard, in her face. Tia-mat opened her mouth to swallow it, She let the Evil Wind in so that she could not close her lips. The fierce winds weighed down her belly, Her inwards were distended and she opened her mouth wide. He let fly an arrow and pierced her belly, He tore open her entrails and slit her inwards, He bound her and extinguished her life, He threw down her corpse and stood on it.”
