JUDGEMENT UPON URUK
‘’I, Enmerkar, King of Larsa, appointed by the Divine Lord of Utu, in accordance with the will of Anu, Heavenly ruler of the Annunaki, inform you, Eneduanna, High Priestess of Uruk, of the sentence you are to receive. This verdict has been conducted by the form of our sacred laws and the agreed will of the Larsan Judges.
I, Enmerkar, am the prosecutor of your sin. I rule Larsa as you rule Uruk, and hence you will be accountable for any and all actions that stem from your red city. This sentence for your crimes I send back to Uruk chiseled in granite, alongside your harlots that have walked amongst us, now exiled back to whence they came.
The court has found you, Eneduanna, guilty of the following offenses against the Kingdom of Larsa:
You are guilty of murder, adultery, theft, false witnessing and coveting.
You are guilty of corruption, degeneration, fornication, enslavement, and sacrifices conducted on citizenry of Larsa.
You are guilty of attempts at bribery, seduction, whoring, threatening, unfair mercantile practices and trading in forbidden goods.
Most of all, you have been accused of unprovoked warmongering against my Kingdom, and indeed the court has found you guilty.
Packs of red-clothed men have prowled in our lands, and in the lands of others. Lions stemming from your arid plains have prowled in our lands, and in the lands of others. No longer can we ignore the rapine and filth that flows from your Uruk. We remember when Uruk, once a small merchant’s town on the banks of the river, knew its rightful place in the world. Now it has become cursed with your presence, and we are forced to destroy those who we once held in friendship.
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Judgement is upon you, Eneduanna, High-Priestess of Uruk.
Your high walls will be leveled to the ground, and your high gates shall be burned with fire.The labors of your people will be for nothing, because they will no longer exist. You have broken sacred laws of the Heavens and your actions have angered those around you.
I, Enmerkar, King of Larsa, will ensure that you will drain the cup of wine of fury and wrath. The idols you have so pridefully raised to yourself will be dismayed and put to shame. I shall make your city desolate, and none shall dwell in it; both man and beast shall flee away or will not live to see the next dawn rise. All your luxury and vain splendor will vanish, never to be seen again.
Never again will a people purchase your cargos of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls; of fine linens purple, silk and scarlet; of all kinds of citron wood and every article of ivory, precious wood, bronze, copper and marble; of cinnamon, spice, incense, myrrh; of wine, olive oil, fine flour, and wheat; of cattle, sheep, oxen and arms; of slaves and souls of men. Your great marketplace will become a ruined memory, your fortunes brought to dust. You false prophetess, whatever tainted blood flows through your veins, we reject it.
The sentence we give you is death: the Court of Sumer demands your head.
Death to you, Eneduanna, High-priestess of Uruk.
Death to you, and I, Enmerkar, King of Larsa, will carry out your execution.
I, Enmerkar, King of Larsa, declare war upon you, Eneduanna, High-Priestess of Uruk.
My men cannot break as long as the sun shines.
Utu, God of Sun and Justice, withers you, oh Witch of Uruk.
Summer is my domain.’’