I have a message to declare to thee,A matter I would recount.A word of wood,And a whisper of stone,The murmur of the Heavens to the Earth,Of the Deep to the Stars.I understand lightning not known to the Heavens,A matter men do not know,Nor understood by the earthly multitudes.Come, pray, and I shall reveal it,In the midst of my mountain,In the holy place,The mountain of my inheritance,The pleasant place,The hill of my victory.
--From the Ugaritic Ba'al Cycle
P.S. The formatting here was tricky, so appreciate the clear parallelisms.
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