Marsh

In the great marshes and the wide lagoons, I am your persecuting demon.

— Marsh

Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,In those old marshes yet the rifles lie.

— Marsh

Enki knit together the marshlands, making young and old reeds grow there; he made birds and fish teem in the pools and lagoons

— Marsh

Where there was a marsh then in Unug, it was full of water. Where there was any dry land, Euphrates poplars grew there. Where there were reed thickets, old reeds and young reeds grew there.

— Marsh

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-with-holding and freeYe publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!

— Marsh