Incantation

Who are you, who took the clay from my river?
Who burned my figures in her dark house?
Who spilled my water over a grave?
Who gathered sprigs of my fruit trees in the corners?
Who cut the seam of my robe in the house of the tanner?
Who gathered up the dust of my feet on the threshold?
I sent to the mouth of the harbour, where tallow was bought for you;
I sent to the moat, where clay was picked up for you...

...Who are you, whose son? Who are you, whose daughter?
You who sit here and command your sorcery, your plots,
That you have done against me!
May Ea the magician undo,
And nullify your sorceries!
Asarluhi, the magician of the gods, son of Ea the wise!

--unknown author, Mesopotamia, 1st Millenium BC (supposedly)