426 Thy two drops of poison are on the way to thy two poisonvessels. Spit both out now, 426 for they two are rich in water. O thou who winkest, thou . who art (adorned with) a head-band, O s.w, 426 rain, that the serpent may become cowardly and the throat (canal) of my heart may be safe; 426 storm, that the lion may drown himself in water and the throat of the heart of the king (?) may be wide.

Thou shalt not come towards me, thy venom will not penetrate into me. Thy poison is fallen and thrown down, and thy lips are in a hole

Back, thou Crocodile of the North, who livest upon that which lieth between the hours. What thou execratest is upon me. Let not thy fiery water be...