They throng and march at the side of Tiamat. Enraged, they plot without cease night and day. They are set for combat, growling, raging, They have formed a council to prepare for the fight. Mother Hubur, she who fashions all things, Has added matchless weapons, has bom monster-serpents, Sharp of tooth, unsparing of fang. Bearing weapons that spare not, fearless in battle.
Firm are decrees, past withstanding are they.
Withal eleven of this kind she has brought forth. From among the gods, her first-born, who formed her Assembly, She has elevated Kingu, has made him chief among them. I have cast the spell for thee, exalting thee in the Assembly of the gods. To counsel all the gods I have given thee full power. They kissed one another in the Assembly.